"Good thing I begged for mercy early and talked my way out of it. If not, with my headstrong ways, I'd probably be dust by now..."
Not to mention, after devouring more than ten Monster cultivators' Divine Souls, Sword Bone had enjoyed a feast.
It was nearly overfed, now much stronger than it used to be.
"If I keep eating like this, maybe one day, I'll be even stronger than that little demon..."
Sword Bone snickered to itself in its heart.
On the other side, Mo Hua, utterly focused, frowned slightly.
He had searched nearly everywhere he could...
But still, there was no sign of any Demon Wraith.
"Just where the hell is it hiding?"
Mo Hua kept heading deeper in. After a moment, he froze, suddenly sensing that somewhere deep inside the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, something seemed to be "luring" him.
It was a strange, inexplicable pull.
Like some nostalgic attachment to his "homeland," it made the deity part of Mo Hua feel restless and hungry for something uncertain.
