Ten years had passed since Cheng Yu finished serving his sentence and came to the Seventh Great Wall. Throughout those ten years, he and the three Demon Emperors had kept trying to outdo one another with their acting.
Otherwise, ten years? For a Holy Spirit, ten years was not even enough for a nap. When Belial's true form slept, a million years was merely the starting point, so the three Demon Emperors barely felt the passage of time.
Cheng Yu, however, had suffered. Ten years was not much even for a Gold soul, and his body belonged to a Holy Spirit, so that was not a problem either.
The problem was that his opponents were three genuine Holy Spirits, and members of the tiny handful at the very pinnacle of Holy Spirits across the chaotic Myriad Heavens at that.
Facing such formidable enemies, even if Cheng Yu was 99.9 percent certain that these three Demon Emperors were just as he thought and did not want the Abyssal Will to swallow the Eternal Heavenly Dao, he dared not gamble on that remaining 0.01 percent.
Big Shot had imposed no demands on him in this world, but that mighty god had given him a mission. If he botched it, he would not die, but when dealing with an existence of that caliber, sometimes dropping dead outright was far preferable.
Fortunately, the ten thousand years he had spent in prison had brought him considerable inner peace. Otherwise, the pressure of facing the three emperors head-on for the past decade might really have made him slip up.
Although the three Demon Emperors were obviously slacking off, Cheng Yu was certain that they would show absolutely no mercy if he made an obvious mistake. As one of the few people who understood demons, he knew