Those two Ultimate human experts had foundations too shallow to serve as anything more than sacrifices.
As for a true vessel of flesh, only the Demon Empress before him was suitable.
Only this demigod-level Deep Sea Demon Whale could bear the Holy Monarch's immense power to its fullest extent.
"You will feel honored once the Holy Monarch devours the Douluo Plane and transforms the Abyss Plane into a new Divine Realm.
Even I will have a chance to become a god then. Hahahaha!"
Han Ying's body gradually dissipated. He had to return and report this good news to the Holy Monarch.
And at that moment, a heaven-shaking conspiracy spanning two worlds took its final shape.
In the Far North, amid an ice field stretching ten thousand miles.
The snowy land, frozen for countless ages, lay desolate and deathly still, its cold piercing to the bone.
Cracks crisscrossed a thousand miles of ice. The bitter wind stood still, and all things lay silent.
In the deepest reaches of the ice field, a hideous, pitch-black spatial rift stretched beneath the thick ice.
The rift was small, yet it endlessly spewed a cold aura of death that did not belong to the Douluo Plane.
A hundred miles of frozen terrain had collapsed entirely, forming a pitch-black pit with no visible bottom.
At the bottom there was no ice, no snow, no frost-only profound darkness that devoured everything.
Deep within the rift, a terrifying, formless power slowly churned and writhed.
The Abyssal Sage King, lurking here, waited quietly.
He waited for his vessel to arrive with two living sacrifices.
He waited for the moment he would descend upon Douluo and overturn heaven and earth.
Meanwhile, outside the Evil Demon Forest.
A million-strong human coalition stood in solemn formation, its military might surging, its killing