This power was faint and elusive, as if it did not exist, yet it was undeniably real.
Nie Xiaoqian and Xi Shi only had to glance at it for their hearts to grow restless, and they nearly vomited!
"Isn't it just one dead disciple?"
Black Mountain Old Demon rose to his full height. Standing before his throne, he towered above all others like a demon god looking down upon the mortal world, his entire body radiating wanton, arrogant, and unrestrained menace.
He was handsome, his aura profound, and a dark flame roiled in his eyes and brows. Anyone who merely glanced at him would feel awe and fear.
He looked at Nie Xiaoqian and Xi Shi and sneered:
"Looks like Ding Ling has given up on the two of you. You're truly useless! If it weren't for the fact that you're reasonably good-looking, I'd really like to tear you apart."
He drew a deep breath, glared viciously at Nie Xiaoqian and Xi Shi, then strode out.
He had to dispatch troops to return to the Human Realm once more.
He had discovered that the power within Pandora's Box was weakening by the day.
If he failed to come up with a solution soon,
the consequences would be dire.
"This time, no matter what, I have to get one or two ghosts out to muddy the waters of the Human Realm! Otherwise, how will Pandora's Box absorb the Emotional Power of all living beings and grow?"
Emotional Power came in many forms.
Yet only thoughts of the utmost evil, wantonness, recklessness, and murderous intent could greatly nourish Pandora's Box.
That was also why Black Mountain Old Demon could never let go of the Human Realm and repeatedly invaded it.
The deaths of a few ghosts and monsters did not matter.
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