"Indeed. If you can support me, young friend, I can teach you every illusion technique I've learned in my life. Since you've obtained my race's Instant Mirror, your future will be limitless if you can master illusion techniques. And when you went to the Demonfall Pool to retrieve those prayer beads, you found only two. I know where the others are—they're in Xun Hong's hands. Once I take the Golden Silkworm Wolf Spider's body, I'll ask the Devil Race for them. Surely they'll grant me that much consideration."
Zhao Musheng was startled by the white-armored woman's words. Before, he'd only been wary of Lu Xiaotian; now, how could he afford to worry about that? For those whose bodies and Nascent Souls had been dissolved inside these white spheres—whether human, demon, or devil—whoever won Lu Xiaotian's support would have a chance to survive. The rest would be annihilated in body and spirit, vanishing from the world! Everyone the Golden Silkworm Wolf Spider had taken was a Nascent Soul cultivator, a powerhouse who'd endured centuries of arduous cultivation to reach their present heights. Who would willingly die when there was a chance to live? And unlike dying of old age, when one's lifespan ran out, they could still enter the cycle of reincarnation and be reborn. But after the Golden Silkworm Wolf Spider refined them into these white spheres, that possibility was gone.
"I'm the third general under Lord Xun Hong. Even the Zhao Clan has to go through the Devil Race to obtain certain treasures, but I'm one of the Devil Race. If you support me, I'll go straight to Lord Xun Hong and ask him to exchange the prayer beads. The beads are of no use to my race." The devil in another white sphere spoke urgently. Survival came first;