In the deepest part of the Anka Demon Star palace, the Thousand Faced Demon Race Chief, whose head resembled a hexahedron, sat upon the seat of honor. Looking at Yang Feng as he entered the hall, he smiled faintly. "My friend, Ge Luo Meng, what brings you to see me?"
Yang Feng replied calmly, "Sai Bo En, I want to enter the Withered Battlefield."
"The Withered Battlefield!!"
The Thousand Faced Demon Race Chief's pupils contracted slightly as he stared fixedly at Yang Feng, a glint of killing intent flashing through his eyes.
Though the battlefield of an Eternal King was exceedingly dangerous even for an Eternal Giant, it was also an incomparably vast opportunity. Even the best of friends could turn against one another in the face of such benefits. The Thousand Faced Demon Race Chief had already developed killing intent toward Yang Feng.
Yang Feng smiled faintly. "Don't get worked up, my friend. If I die, everyone in the Ten Thousand Demons Holy Heaven will learn the information about the Withered Battlefield. Besides, that Withered Battlefield is not something you or I can swallow alone."
The Thousand Faced Demon Race Chief's gaze flickered uncertainly. In the end, he laughed heartily. "Haha! Ge Luo Meng, we are the best of friends. Since you already know of the Withered Battlefield, then the two of us shall develop it together!"
Yang Feng said, "I want to enter the Withered Battlefield right now!!"
"Fine!"
After pondering for a moment, the Thousand Faced Demon Race Chief answered decisively.
At the center of Anka Demon Star lay an incomparably vast empty grassland.
"Ge Luo Meng, who are they?"
The Thousand Faced Demon Race Chief looked at the three people following behind Yang Feng. His expression darkened slightly as he asked coldly.
Yang Feng smiled. "They