"Ding!"
"Congratulations, host, on speaking a classic line from The Smiling, Proud Wanderer. You have earned one lottery draw. Would you like to activate the lottery wheel?"
"No."
Apart from the Nine Swords of Dugu, which had some value, The Smiling, Proud Wanderer had little worth obtaining, limited as it was by its low-level martial arts setting. It offered little help to Yang Ming at his current stage, so he could only save up his lottery draws and use them all at once next time.
While Xie Yue was still puzzling over the deeper meaning of Yang Ming's words, "To succeed, you must first castrate yourself," he saw Yang Ming gesture. Illidan, who had remained kneeling on one knee, rose and walked toward him, expressionless.
"???"
Xie Yue's mind was full of question marks.
But soon, Xie Yue finally experienced firsthand what Yang Ming had meant.
Illidan placed his demonic hand on Xie Yue. Oily green flames flowed over his body—an evil energy called fel, unique to the demons of World of Warcraft and capable of corrupting any living being.
The instant that evil energy surged into Xie Yue's body, an unprecedented agony struck him. The pain, a hundred times worse than childbirth, was sheer torture. His eyes rolled back on the spot, foam spilled from his mouth, and his entire body twitched intermittently as though he were having an epileptic seizure. Muffled groans of pain kept escaping his lips.
Yes, yes!
You read that right. Illidan was attempting to transform Xie Yue into a demon—a demon known as a shadow demon.
In World of Warcraft, powerful demons could create demons subordinate to themselves.
The most famous incident was when the Orks drank the demon blood of the Abyssal Lord Mannoroth, diluted countless times, transforming from peace-loving Orks into a