Luohou had never felt so frustrated.
He was the mighty Demon Ancestor, master of the Devil Law.
It had always been his savage attacks that left his enemies powerless to fight back.
Yet this time, someone at Great Luo Golden Immortal perfection had actually battered him so relentlessly that he could not free himself to attack.
Above all, this Great Luo Golden Immortal had far too many tricks.
All manner of divine abilities came pouring out, without a single repeat.
And the number of Great Daos he commanded was frightening.
Luohou could not help beginning to question his life.
Was this era truly the era in which he would attain the Dao?
Just as his thoughts wandered, another divine ability from Lin Changsheng blasted him away.
It only inflicted a minor injury, however.
"Your potential truly exceeds my imagination."
"As long as you agree to join my Demon Race, its resources will be yours for the taking."
"You will enjoy the privilege of standing below one and above ten thousand."
Luohou had already witnessed what made Lin Changsheng so terrifying.
If someone like this could join him, his chances of dealing with Hongjun would undoubtedly increase enormously.
The only reason Lin Changsheng could do nothing to him now
was that he was hampered by his lower cultivation realm.
"Ah."
"Why can't you understand?"
"In the Dao-Devil War, where do your chances of victory lie?"
Lin Changsheng shook his head and sighed.
Luohou raised his eyebrows. Did he know something?
"I will never join the Demon Race."
"Nor will I interfere in your battle with Hongjun."
"If, on the day you fall, you still wish to preserve a trace of your bloodline,"
"you need only condense a wisp of your own essence and call for me."
Luohou's foundation was quite good.