"Master Yang, you said twelve of us would die, and now three have indeed died. Does that mean nine more will still perish?"
The middle-aged director looked at Yang Tian with a pale face.
It wasn't just the middle-aged director; everyone around was staring intently at Yang Tian.
If they had doubts before,
now they had no choice but to believe.
What Yang Tian said about people dying really came true.
What terrified them was that Yang Tian said twelve would die, and now three were dead. Does that mean nine more will still die?
"That's right, nine more of you will die!"
Yang Tian replied.
He looked up at the Demon Ministers floating in mid-air.
The Demon Ministers also saw Yang Tian, and a cold and murderous voice descended: "Are you the reckless Yang Tian? Very well, the Demon King sent me here to forge a Demon Sword with human blood. This will allow us to absorb all the Demon Fiend bloodlines of your Chen Family in a short time!"
