"It's me!"
Immortal King Ni Luan manifested before the eight Devil Immortal Kings guarding the Demon Transformation Pool. In his hand, he carried Chen Fan, covered in blood and limp as a puddle of mud, while the demonized Immortal King Witherfrost followed behind him.
"So it's Devil King Ni Luan!"
The eight Devil Immortal Kings cupped their hands in greeting.
"I came to take some Dark Matter, and while I'm at it, throw this fellow into the Demon Transformation Pool. Once he has completely fallen to demonhood, escort him to my Demon Immortal Fortress."
Immortal King Ni Luan nodded at this, then swept out his hand, directly seizing a portion of the Dark Matter and its origin source. Then, as if tossing away garbage, he hurled Chen Fan into the viscous Demon Transformation Pool bubbling with black foam.
The instant Chen Fan touched that pool of black, viscous liquid, he was completely swallowed. Seeing this, Immortal King Ni Luan could not help nodding in satisfaction.
"Junior Brother, rest well here. When you awaken again, perhaps you will already be a Devil Immortal King."
"You should thank me. If not for me, you might not have become an Immortal King-level expert even in three to five years. Yet here in the Demon Transformation Pool, it will be yours for the taking!"
"I hope that once you awaken, you can become my right-hand man. When we gallop across the Immortal Domain, Master should learn through various channels that you have fallen to demonhood."
"Master has hated Devil Immortals to the bone all his life, because Devil Immortals killed the most important woman in his life."
"I truly want to see the expression on his face when he learns that the final disciple he regarded as the future of the Ancient Alliance has