It was probably this same kind of despair that drove a Saint like Wanfang toward the Abyss—the very process of craving Power and pursuing Power is itself a process of pushing oneself toward destruction.
This stone tablet was hidden in this space that both exists and does not exist. If not for the Yaqi Demon, he would never have discovered it.
Sean lay on the ground, shoving handfuls of black pills into his mouth. He had been on the brink of death, yet he rapidly recovered, bit by bit.
At the same time.
After the Yaqi Demon was captured by Su Changxing, large numbers of Low-tier Demons crawled up from the water. Their forms and appearances varied—there were huge red-scaled fish with four legs, their scales covered in short white hair, and Demons shaped like humans but sporting three heads.
Previously, because of the Yaqi Demon's presence, they had all backed away, forced to hide underwater. Once the Yaqi Demon vanished, their range of activity returned, and they swarmed back up.
