"Ahhhh, you've ruined my foundation, spoiled my great plans! You all must die! All of you must die!"
The seventh prince's shrill howl echoed between heaven and earth, as if mad with frenzy.
It sent a chill through the hearts of those who heard it.
He had never imagined that the grand formation he had spent decades creating and setting up would shatter so easily.
If everything had gone according to his plans, the demonic heart in the secret realm, constantly nurtured by the blood spring to accumulate vitality and enhance mana, would have needed at least seven more days to reach perfection.
At that time, he would have absorbed the shell he shed to assist himself in merging with the demonic heart, thus successfully undergoing demonic transformation and completely reforming his base.
But all this had been disrupted by Yi Chen and others.
