Ding Ling was like a ray of sunlight piercing the Dark World, bringing them indescribable emotion, courage, and hope.
Moreover, Ding Ling would most likely be the only ray of light.
They had no other choice.
They could only take a gamble.
A gamble that might get them killed.
If they did not gamble, they would certainly die—and die horribly, in the most disgraceful manner.
How should they choose?
Did they even need to think about it?
This was also why Xi Shi had decisively sold out Black Mountain Old Demon.
Of course.
Black Mountain Old Demon had merely toyed with them all these years, without the slightest genuine feeling, manipulating them like playthings. That was another reason they had acted so decisively.
As the saying went:
Plant flowers, reap flowers; plant beans, reap beans.
What goes around comes around.
Retribution never fails!
Black Mountain Old Demon had committed every evil under the sun. He was merely a monster formed from a mountain that had been piled up one layer of soil after another!
How could he understand human emotions or the complicated thoughts of mankind?
His current fate of decay and destruction was nothing unusual.
Of course, if he had not encountered someone like Ding Ling, Black Mountain Old Demon might have continued living it up for a long time! Perhaps, in the future, some extraordinary sage-like figure would appear to restore order to the world and destroy Black Mountain Old Demon. But that would take time.
Ding Ling's appearance had shortened that time infinitely—bringing it to this very day!
"Ah!"
No~~~!
Black Mountain Old Demon roared and shrieked.
The heads that burst out from within Black Mountain's shell all snarled ferociously at Ding Ling. Some begged for mercy, some kowtowed, some wailed, some glared furiously, and some loudly