A Deep Mountain Demon King and a Demon King had joined forces, yet their combined soul consciousness power couldn't even match a single snake's. It was a story no one would believe if it got out.
The White Demon King was incredibly proud. How could he tolerate such a failure?
But...
Hidden within the Dark Abyss, Tu Xiao'an's lips curled into a slight, calm smile. 'Why won't they believe what I said?'
Even now, his Consciousness Power showed no signs of depletion. To put it simply, he was still full of energy. In contrast, the faces of those two clowns were starting to grow pale.
The White Demon King was holding on, but the Saint Peng King was clearly running out of steam.
Half an hour passed...!
The massive black sphere still hung unmoving high in the sky, like the surging waves of the sea—turbulent, majestic, and terrifying. The wisps of Dark Flame coiling around it blazed fiercely.
"What in the world is going on in there? How come it's been so long without a single sound?"
