A day later.
"Damn it, what the hell is going on? Why can't I refine this cursed talisman?" Outside the cave, a trace of despair appeared on the Doom Crow's face.
It had originally thought that after advancing to the Grandmaster Realm and becoming several times stronger than before, it would surely be able to destroy this so-called Demon Control Talisman. Yet who could have imagined that it simply could not do it.
Instead, the stronger it became, the tighter the Demon Control Talisman's hold over it grew. It seemed capable of absorbing its power and continuously growing. If this continued, it would never escape the Demon Control Talisman's control for the rest of its life.
In fact, that was precisely why this Demon Control Talisman was worth twenty million Hate Points. Once planted within a demon, it could never be removed unless its master was willing to clear it away.
It was like a parasite—an exceedingly terrifying talisman that struck fear into countless demons.
"Am I really going to be controlled by that damned human for the rest of my life, forced to become that bastard's servant?" The Doom Crow felt incomparably stifled. It had intended to take in a human battle servant, yet it had instead fallen into the other party's hands and even had its life controlled by strange means. It was truly too miserable.
"No, I can't despair. Once I return to Ten Thousand Demon Mountain, I'll immediately ask the ancestor to take a look. With a Demon King's methods, this tiny Demon Control Talisman is nothing at all. It can definitely be removed."
The Doom Crow clenched its teeth. Rather than being crushed by this pressure, boundless fighting spirit surged within it. It would fight that damned human to the bitter end and never submit.