Saint-Demon Primordial Womb! One Imperial Transformation into Three Hundred!

[Purple · A Word That Carries Weight]

Pose a question. Once the other party answers, a declaration takes effect to a limited degree, depending on the difference in strength between the two sides.

After Ye Li imbued the Devouring Luo Jar in his hand with this effect, any answer from the other party would let him impose a certain change on them.

He could seal their spiritual energy for a breath, cover much of their body in burns, and so on.

But when it came to making wishes, Ye Li chose the tactic most likely to draw comments.

As for why Myriad Saints Demon Luo would need to shit, don't ask how the ability worked.

Feeling his flesh scorched by raging flames, Myriad Saints Demon Luo's face darkened like water. He could no longer worry about anything else.

The only way for him to survive now was to kill Ye Li on the spot. Otherwise, he would be the one to die.

Roar!

In an instant, Myriad Saints Demon Luo let out a furious bellow.

His shout shattered layer upon layer of space even in the vacuum. Stars throughout the vast surrounding nebula burst, sending out cracks like spiderwebs.

He vanished from where he stood and charged at Ye Li with all his might, like a tiger king pouncing on its prey.

Myriad Saints Demon Luo drew a streak of light behind him. The ensuing blast tore open space, and its fragments swallowed the surrounding flames.

The distance between them shrank without cease.

The closer Myriad Saints Demon Luo came, the stronger his presence grew. One shift brought him right before Ye Li.

His face was black as ink. His right arm drew back like a great bow, muscles bulging as he stretched it to its limit.

As he pulled