Disaster sprang from the armpit. No one had expected that just when the situation had already been settled, someone else would suddenly charge in—and Old Crow clearly knew this person.
Haodian! Why was she here?
Old Crow was shocked at first, then secretly delighted. This... was for the best.
According to the rules of the Demonic Sect System, someone like Di Tianluo, who bore the Fundamental Empowerment of the Primordial Demon Lord and had "fortunately" become the physical vessel for the Devil Master's descent, would stand worlds apart in status even if it had lasted only an instant.
So long as her spirit had not been completely dissolved by the Primordial Saint Way, she would undoubtedly hold the position of the Demonic Sect's foremost chief sacrificer. That would give every Demonic Sect branch, including the Boundless Earth Fire Demon Palace, a tremendous headache.
The previous notion of "making use of" her had lost all meaning now.
If Haodian truly finished her with a sword finger, that would at least settle everything once and for all.
At that thought, Old Crow gave another bitter smile. What was the point of thinking about such things at a time like this?
Had he not ended up as he was today precisely because he had become too tangled up in similar questions?
Several muddled thoughts drifted past. When Old Crow looked again, he was astonished to see Di Tianluo, whose brow had been pierced straight through by the sword radiance, open her eyes once more.
With a single step, she returned to the nine-tiered platform.
Old Crow could now confirm that she was vastly different from before.
She was no longer in that seemingly "blank" state. The light of her spirit had gathered again, and she appeared merely thoughtful. At first glance, she did