In Burial Gorge, humans and demons who could never coexist continued to wage the war that had remained unchanged since time immemorial. As time passed, both of them grew weaker and weaker, until they were little different from ordinary people.
Thus, whenever it did not rain, the balance of strength between the human and demon gradually began to shift.
Another half month passed. One night after a heavy rain, a certain furious person with a sword in hand sought out a certain unarmed demon once more. After a fierce battle, he finally gained a slight upper hand for the first time.
White Flood Dragon's arm was cut by the sword edge, blood dripping down drop by drop. Ning Chen was no better off; a palm strike had landed on his chest, leaving him stifled for a long while.
"I have a way to get out." After the battle, Ning Chen sat on the ground without the slightest regard for his image, gasping as he spoke.
White Flood Dragon raised his head. A strange glint flashed through his furious eyes as he waited for what came next.
"You swear first that you'll take me out with you." Ning Chen added, "And after we get out, you can't trouble me again for one year."
White Flood Dragon snorted coldly, rose, and left without paying him any more attention.
Ning Chen was depressed. He could not even persuade him with that? Just how badly did that old monster want to kill him, to the point that he would rather give up his chance to leave?
Still, there was no rush. Even if he revealed the method now, they could not leave yet. They had to wait a little longer.
First, he would give that old monster something to hope for. The next