The Demon God's Origin Refines the Soul Banner

With the appearance of the Three Corpses Demon Control Secret Art, added to Chi Haijun's rather strange attitude, Wang Yu had reason to suspect that he was one of Great Demon Heaven's people.

The Three Corpses system was not sufficiently perfected, and there was also the talk of Nine Insects.

And he was enthusiastic about opening up new paths for the demonic dao.

Standing on such a lofty "moral" high ground, only the people of Great Demon Heaven had this kind of spirit. Everyone in the world was fighting to cross the river—who cared about all that fuss? As long as it was useful, that was enough.

Add to that Chi Haijun's baseless hostility.

As well as the striking difference in his attitude toward the people around him, for such a conjecture to arise was perfectly normal. And now... Great Demon Heaven had indeed paid Chi Haijun's life-selling money.

At that thought.

There was no need to insist on killing the other party. As for revenge afterward, it was completely within Wang Yu's range of response. He even hoped the other party's personality would be a little more the sort to repay the smallest grievance, treating him purely as a cash dispenser.

After a brief consideration.

Wang Yu tossed these trivial matters to the back of his mind. Right now, the most important things were handling the spoils of war, and this opportunity of the Dragon Transformation Pool.

The others' departure allowed him to reluctantly accept the gate-blocking profits from this large-scale Space Wormhole. One person monopolizing two locations—once the second wave of the Insect Tide invasion ended.

The profits he had accumulated would just about be enough to exchange for any two or three Core Inheritances from the other Nine Demonic Daos.

At present.

He was quite interested in