Mu Yunhai felt that his life was miserable.
No matter how he looked at it, he was utterly miserable.
By now, he had become the fifteenth strongest in the Human Race.
Just as he was riding high, he had encountered the most despair-inducing situation imaginable.
"Woof! Woof! Woof!"
Mu Yunhai barked obsequiously.
An endless fear enveloped him like a field of ice, while wisps of malicious willows fell around him.
Mu Yunhai didn't dare raise his head. His body trembled nonstop.
From the corner of his eye, he could only make out a pair of legs wrapped in Malice Crystals.
It was as if an evil conglomeration loomed above Mu Yunhai. With a casual wave of its hand, it could plunge him into endless despair.
At this point, the question wasn't whether he would die.
It was how he would die.
As one of the Human Race's strongest, Mu Yunhai had never been this terrified.
Head bowed, he kept barking. After finally steeling himself, he said in a trembling voice:
"I, Mu Yunhai, am willing to become an Ancient God Beast. I, Mu Yunhai, have always... always admired Ancient God Beasts the most!"
He dropped to his knees:
"Long live the Ancient God!"
He pressed his forehead firmly to the ground, not daring to breathe.
Chen Yan sat alone on the throne of Malice, lightly stroking his chin with one hand.
Head bowed, he sat in silence, like a solitary king who ruled over all evil, while concealing an unknown, fated affliction.
Before Chen Yan, the fifteenth strongest in the Human Race couldn't summon even the faintest scrap of courage.
And Chen Yan was currently only the eleventh strongest in the Human Race.
That was right—the eleventh.
The Ancient God standing within Chen Yan was at best an imitation; it