Yang Chen looked in that direction, a blazing smile on his lips.
That expression was as fervent as if he were looking at ten billion slaughter points.
Yang Chen slowly rose to his feet and walked over there.
Then he waited quietly.
A moment later, the shadows gradually condensed into the form of the God of Shadows.
However, the God of Shadows looked extremely weak, even weaker than before. Judging from his aura, he only possessed the combat strength of an early-stage supreme powerhouse.
Of course, his realm was still at the late stage of the supreme realm.
In other words, no matter how weak the God of Shadows' aura became, as long as Yang Chen killed him, he would definitely obtain ten billion slaughter points.
A trace of gloom covered the God of Shadows' face.
He raised his head, and sure enough, that white figure stood there quietly, waiting for him.
The God of Shadows said weakly, "What will it take for you to let me go?"
Although the God of Shadows could revive infinitely, no one wanted to be killed over and over again.
In that situation, he might as well just die for good. At least then he would not have to endure such torment.
Yang Chen smiled faintly, the corner of his lips curving upward.
"You tell me."
The God of Shadows' face grew even gloomier.
Fine. He had known Yang Chen would not let him off so easily.
What utterly baffled the God of Shadows was exactly how he had offended the other party, to the point that Yang Chen had directly camped at his resurrection point and killed him every single time he revived.
So he had become an experience dummy, huh?
The God of Shadows had guessed correctly. He had indeed become an