The True Ancestor Evil God's spiritual image was gradually forced back into its materialized flesh body, its golden pupils trembling violently.
Baili An watched as the True Ancestor Evil God, whose body was slowly softening to the ground, could only be dragged by him under his palm.
With a smile at the corner of his mouth and a cold look in his eyes: "Right now, if Lord Jiyuan wishes to escape this predicament, the only choice left is to consume your own desires."
"However, from Fang Geyu's description earlier, it seems that you, Lord Jiyuan, have devoured all delusions of the world, yet treat your own desire as poison, impossible to swallow."
Fang Geyu looked at the True Ancestor Evil God gradually collapsing, an utterly unbelievable scene.
Unable to believe that the calamity which drained her mother's thousand years of efforts showed signs of being gradually suppressed by Baili An.
This is simply ridiculous!
