"Thank the heavens..."
"After all these years, I've finally seen a third living person."
"Hello, my name is Omor. May I ask what this young man is called?"
As the seal gradually unraveled, Omor not only regained consciousness but was also able to rise from the throne. After stretching his stiff body, he looked calmly at the young man before him.
Mm...
He could not sense any danger or powerful aura from this young man.
Yet the battle instinct of a powerhouse told him that this young man was absolutely different from the two level-188 humans he had personally slaughtered years ago.
This person...
Was strong!!
Incredibly strong!!
Every cell in Omor's body trembled ceaselessly at this moment, as though he were standing before some terrifying existence whose bloodline, rank, and strength all surpassed his own!
Even Omor himself could hardly believe it!
From this human, he sensed a scent of danger even more terrifying than that of a Ten Thousand Demon Venerable!
Strength that stood above the Ten Thousand Demon Venerables!
He had no choice but to use a joking tone on the surface to ease the tension and awkwardness in his heart!
"Damn it..."
"When did the Ten Thousand Demons Continent get such a monster!"
Omor felt like cursing his mother from the bottom of his heart.
Ever since being captured, he had remained here quietly, waiting for the Demonfall Organization's powerhouses to rescue him.
According to the plan, half a month later, the Demonfall Organization would launch a massive all-out offensive against the Ten Thousand Demons Continent.
When that time came, every peak powerhouse of the Demonfall Organization would move out, even joining forces with the top combat forces from the Ten Thousand Demons Cavern.
Their goal was not merely to rescue him, a candidate for the