Subduing the Demon (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Inside the Ink Spirit Inkstone, Ye Jingcheng's body came to a halt. The white scales receded, revealing his original, somewhat lean frame. His face was deathly pale, blood staining the corner of his lips. This pleased Jiamoluo greatly. Though he would lose an excellent demon dragon and a demon corpse servant, as long as he planted the Ancient Demon Tree in this realm and waited for Ancient Demon Qi to blanket it, he would truly be able to do as he pleased. He might even be able to brew a Demon Abyss of his own in this realm. At that thought, such a trifling grievance amounted to nothing. Once Ancient Demon Qi covered the realm, all living things would be demonized. As long as this Human Race cultivator could not ascend, he too would be unable to escape the fate of demonization. "You still need to continue swearing according to what I said!" Ye Jingcheng spoke again at that moment. After saying so, he frowned and added, "But I don't trust the Devil Ancestor. I need a blood oath of our Human Race!" As Ye Jingcheng spoke, purple flames appeared around the Ancient Demon once more. "You have no time to hesitate!" Ye Jingcheng urged directly. The purple flames turned azure again, though they did not burn fiercely. "Three!" "Two!" "Fine, I agree. You must also swear an oath with your Human Race's Nascent Soul Oath!" After hesitating for an instant, Jiamoluo finally nodded. He feared no blood restrictions. To the Devil Race, neither promises nor blood restrictions were anything to fear. Besides, he had no way to refuse now. He could only secretly keep this in mind, so that when the other party was demonized, he could make him suffer a little more. Lord Jiamoluo was not so mild-tempered!