Three days later.
Green stood high in the sky, gazing from afar at the battle between the Mad Evil Martial Saint wielding the Immortal-Slaying Sword and the black lotus might of the Ancestor of Ten Thousand Evils. His Three-Colored Light Eyes carried a scrutinizing gleam, while he and Little Eight on his shoulder looked like they were idly watching a good show.
The Chaos Terror Demon was still stuck to Green's palm. Azure specks of light were continuously extracted from its body and absorbed into Green's azure spiritual form, constantly aiding the spread of his spiritualized physique. At a visible pace, the azure specks across Green's body flickered bright and dim as they spread from his arm toward his chest and neck.
The Chaos Terror Demon had completely gone limp. Against the blood-speckled sheet was imprinted a twisted face, its seven apertures sunken in. It looked utterly miserable.
"Caw caw caw caw, this Ancestor of Ten Thousand Evils is rather interesting. Take this chance to collect more of its Two-Faced Fish rules too. One side is a hypocrite, the other a true villain—evil to the bone, with betrayal and lies as natural as breathing. If Baye hasn't guessed wrong, its true strength should lie in possessing a deceptive attribute toward all contracts!"
Within the Endless World, living beings were abundant, and all manner of abilities came in countless strange forms. Nothing was absolutely impossible. The existence of something capable of deceiving contractual rules was not inconceivable.
And an existence that crossed the most fundamental rules of balance in the Endless World was itself equivalent to a civilization's foundation. Though it was not an enhancement in combat power, it was certainly no ordinary being.
Yet Green did not pay much attention to this Ancestor of Ten Thousand Evils.
"Sky-Coiling Immortal Vine,