A Bunch of Frogs at the Bottom of a Well

The old fox filled Wulie's cup to the brim, watched him drain it in one gulp, then slowly said:

"I want you to die. How about it?"

Hearing this, Wulie did not care in the slightest. He even laughed.

"You're negotiating with me? Heh, what capital do I have left to refuse?"

"Stop putting on a show. Our two races have been at each other for so many years. At a time like this, wouldn't it be better to be sincere?"

The old fox fell silent and did not answer Wulie. Only after Wulie had finished every drop of wine did he leisurely say:

"You're right..."

Su Ming still needed some time to absorb what that existence had left behind, but Lin Jun clearly would not give Su Ming that time. Someone had to hold him back for a while.

Wulie had survived until now, and even after dying had been pulled back up again—all because of Su Ming.

Su Ming wanted Wulie to die at the critical moment, rather than die such a useless death.

But this time was different. If he died this time, he would truly be dead. If that human truly absorbed the energy of the Heavenly Tribulation, then in a certain sense, Lin Jun and Su Ming would become the same.

For some reason, the old fox even had the feeling that Lin Jun still had tricks he had yet to use.

That was what was truly terrifying.

Perhaps Lin Jun's appearance had not been an accident. Perhaps he really was someone Heaven's Will had pulled over.

Others did not know, but he did. Even after Su Ming's conversion, the energy of the Heavenly Tribulation was not something the Ancestor Fox could absorb. There was clearly another factor at work.

And after Su Ming absorbed