The Myriad Demon King Battles the Dragon Blood Soul-devouring Vine, A Thousand Years in an Instant

At Lin Ming's words, disbelief immediately appeared on the Myriad Demon King's face, along with a trace of bitterness.

So they were just beasts of burden, then?

You'd be fine, but I wouldn't.

Still, he dared not say that.

All he could do was obey.

What shocked the Myriad Demon King was that Lin Ming actually had a clone.

Didn't that put him in an unbeatable position? No matter how recklessly he ran wild, he wouldn't die.

That was indeed tremendous news for them.

With a leader who could never die, their rear would always remain secure.

But wasn't this being a little too cautious?

And while Lin Ming could run wild however he pleased, he only had one life.

That monster was no joke. Any branch it split off had a hundred thousand years of cultivation.

The branches he split off only had ten-thousand-year-level fighting strength at most.

And he had six hundred and ten thousand years of cultivation.

If he calculated it that way, didn't that mean the other creature had six million and one hundred thousand years of cultivation?

But there were no soul beasts with a million years of cultivation on the Douluo Continent. After all, they couldn't survive the heavenly tribulation, especially plant types.

He would never believe, even if beaten to death, that a plant type could survive the lightning tribulation that countered them. Even Di Tian couldn't survive it, let alone him.

This fellow definitely hadn't reached a million years. That ought to count as a silver lining amid misfortune.

Besides, he only had to deal with its roots for now.

On top of that, My Lord had said he would give him an epic boost in strength.

What was in Dragon Valley?

That sent the Myriad Demon King's anticipation soaring.

The Myriad