Inside the Ink Spirit Inkstone, Ye Jingcheng's body came to a halt. The white scales faded away, revealing his original, slightly lean frame.
His face was deathly pale, blood hanging at the corner of his mouth.
This left Jiamoluo extremely satisfied.
Though he would lose a fine devil dragon and a devil-corpse servant, to him, so long as he waited until he had planted the Ancient Devil Tree properly in this world, until ancient devil qi covered this realm, at that time, he would truly be able to act as lawlessly as he pleased.
It might even be possible for him to brew a devil abyss of his own in this realm.
At the thought of that, this bit of grievance was hardly worth mentioning.
And once ancient devil qi covered the world, all living things would be devilized. This human before him, so long as he could not ascend, would likewise be unable to escape the fate of being devilized.
"You still need to keep swearing according to what I say!" At that moment, Ye Jingcheng spoke again.
After saying that, he frowned and added:
"However, I do not trust the Devil Ancestor. I need the blood oath of our human race!"
As Ye Jingcheng's words fell, purple flames appeared around that Ancient Devil once more.
"You have no time to hesitate!" Ye Jingcheng urged directly.
The purple flames also turned azure again, only they did not burn fiercely.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"Fine, I agree. You must also swear by the Primordial Spirit oath of your human race!" After hesitating for an instant, Jiamoluo still nodded.
He was not afraid of any blood prohibition. To the Devil Race, no matter what promise or blood prohibition it was, he had no fear of it.
Besides, right now, he had no way