"Today had been unbelievably unlucky."
Du Wuhen in Northern Heaven Prison let out the same wail. Unlike his second brother outside, however, he was facing a genuine crisis.
The sounds of the Moth Demon King savagely battering the barrier were growing more frequent. It was clear he would soon smash a hole through it. With that terrifying Killing Intent all over him, once he broke free...
Everyone would die!
And now, the life-saving straw they intended to clutch was actually another great devil.
Just thinking about it made all their illusions shatter.
By then, Chu Liang had already arrived outside Yuan Luxian's cell. The West Sea Demon Lord within did not have a trace of true qi stirring around him, looking like nothing more than an extremely frail middle-aged man.
On that day, the Regent's Edict had temporarily destroyed his cultivation with the power of Tai'a. Later, Northern Heaven Prison had used countless more measures on him, placing innumerable seals and restrictions upon the devil.
Hearing Chu Liang tell him to name his price, Yuan Luxian raised his face and looked at him mockingly. "Help you?"
He seemed to have sensed the disturbance on the other side as well, and his voice was full of sarcasm. "Even this impregnable Northern Heaven Prison is about to be breached? You've fallen so low that you need a prisoner like me to lend a hand?"
"These Demon Race members came here to revive the Demon God. You know that the Demon God is the incarnation of the Devouring Dao. Once it awakens, whether righteous or evil, the human race will all become its blood food—and you will be no exception." Chu Liang said, "But if you can help me hold off that Demon King for a moment, name whatever price you want."
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