But the very next second, just as the old monsters were about to start taking bets!
A strange ball of red flame appeared in Zhang Ming's hand!
In an instant, the marketplace clamor became a silence so complete that not even a heartbeat could be heard!
Though small, the flame was extraordinarily pure, dreamlike and illusory, with a hint of sanctity.
But no one dared underestimate it. Even as it burned quietly, it seemed capable of burning through the void.
An unnamed power spread without cease.
The surrounding air slowly grew scorching hot.
Almost imperceptibly, the various Idealist Rules in the space around them were repelled by the Demon God's power, forming a vast halo, one after another.
The bizarre sight struck terror into their hearts.
"Whoa! He really fucking summoned a Demon God!" Ghost Crow, flying high overhead, was the first to be struck by the power of the rules and plummeted straight out of the sky.
Only when close to the ground did Ghost Crow recover and spread those wings again, but still landed backside-first and fell over.
There was no real harm done.
But Ghost Crow no longer dared soar through the sky.
Even Zhang Ming broke into a cold sweat at the incomparable heat transmitted through his hand. Was what he held really the Gourd Girl he usually flirted and bantered with?
The weather in the Burial Realm changed. A mass of dark clouds appeared from nowhere and slowly shrouded the sky.
An ethereal voice rang out from every direction.
[People's joys and sorrows, partings and reunions are not all alike. You seem to have found yourself in a situation that requires help.]
[I can help you. All you need to do is pay a small price.]
[I am Hope. I believe in equivalent exchange. I