The corpse of a demon prince still wasn't enough, and he wanted an even more powerful corpse?!
What was he trying to do?
What the fuck was he trying to do!?
Did he want the corpse of a demon archduke?
Why not just kill me and turn me into your corpse soldier?!
Arthas was on the verge of losing his mind, roaring soundlessly.
He truly wanted to rush over to that emaciated demon prince, grab him by the collar, and thoroughly study him inside and out!
He wanted to see just what the hell was going on with the other party's Talent Abilities, allowing him to create miracles again and again!
Diamond Rank?
Even Diamond Rank shouldn't have been able to resolve the issue of lingering remnant souls so easily!
The Demon Domain was huge; it wasn't as if there had never been corpse-controlling Summoning Class demons of Diamond Rank before!
Why was it that Ramos's remnant soul, which previous demon princes and demon elders had been unable to deal with, became so docile in Guangguai's hands?
Could it be that even remnant souls without reason, like Arthas himself, knew to judge whom they were dealing with?
Though his heart was churning with stormy waves and he was reluctant beyond measure, Arthas still prepared to pinch his nose and swallow this humiliation.
Because there truly were no more powerful corpses.
Above prince rank was archduke rank.
Surely he wasn't going to kill himself just to make things difficult for Guangguai, right?
However, just as Arthas drew out his words and prepared to refuse, an excited burst of laughter suddenly rang out from the outskirts of the Plagueblood Demon Pool:
"Ha ha ha ha ha..."
"Arthas, I did it! I fucking did it!!"
All the demons froze.
The next second, a