"Good. I'll leave the Supreme Court to you all. As for Chu Kuangren, my Curse Clan will kill him!" Blood Heaven Monarch said with high spirits.
"Holding off the court won't be easy. How much time does your Curse Clan need?" a Monarch of the Heavenly God Clan asked.
"Ten days!"
"Good. As long as you can kill Chu Kuangren, we'll buy you ten days. Not only that, but our races will also bear the Supreme Court's retaliation against the Curse Clan!" the Dragon Clan Monarch said.
Clearly, Chu Kuangren had become a thorn in the side and a splinter in the flesh of every race. As long as they could kill him, they would spare no cost!
The sky was overcast, and the air was thick with the stench of decay.
This was an eerie wasteland.
Deep within this wasteland stood a pitch-black palace. Upon closer inspection, hideous human faces could actually be seen emerging on its pillars.
Each face resembled an imprisoned soul.
Faintly, anguished howls could even be heard coming from the faces.
It was truly too bizarre.
This was the Curse Clan Territory.
Whoosh.
A streak of blood-colored light entered the palace. It was Blood Heaven Monarch. He walked inside, where someone was already waiting for him.
It was a gaunt old man with a head full of white hair.
His aura of life resembled a candle guttering in the wind, liable to go out at any moment.
Yet Blood Heaven Monarch dared not show the slightest carelessness toward him. He looked at him with utmost respect. "Chief, I've reached an agreement with the other Monarchs."
"Mm, very good!"
A sharp gleam burst from the white-haired old man's murky eyes.
Green Flame also burned eerily within them.
"As long as the other races hold off