As if noticing the subtle change in Ye Lin's expression, the Spirit King spoke to comfort him.
He had noticed it too. This little brother of his was good in every way—except his courage was a little lacking.
"All right, little brother. I've told you all this just to let you know that the heavens will change in the future, and so will the future order."
"And cooperating with me is the wisest choice you could make. With me watching over you from now on, what the hell are these so-called cosmic races? Whoever you want dead, just tell me. I'll kill them for you."
"As long as I raise my arm and call out, the fellows in the other secret realms will all answer."
"That is, provided they still listen to me."
At that, the Spirit King scratched his head somewhat awkwardly.
Back then, the Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan had wielded immense influence, with subordinate races as numerous as the hairs on an ox.
Put simply, if a Heaven-Devouring Toad at the Daluo Golden Immortal realm went out, even Quasi-Saints would have to treat it with utmost respect.
But after so many ages had passed, who knew whether those fellows even remembered the Heaven-Devouring Toad Clan.
"Do you know why I need blood food?"
At that moment, the Spirit King asked again.
Ye Lin shook his head once more.
This big brother was good in every way, except he was always speaking in riddles. Before saying anything, he loved to ask him a question first.
How the hell would he know?
"On one hand, I need blood food to replenish myself. After all, the blood of these cosmic beings is exceedingly delicious."
"On the other hand, I need blood food to open the grand formation—to open a formation leading from