"This drop of evil blood is drawing on your essence. Three years from now, your true spirit will dissipate completely. You won't even qualify to become a ghost."
The Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor's face paled, but he immediately clenched his teeth.
"I understand!"
"Three years will be enough for me to lead our people in turning the Great Thousand World upside down!"
"That is your business."
The Heavenly Evil God seemed utterly unconcerned with whether the Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor lived or died.
Accompanied by a sound like flowing water.
A great mass of pure evil energy suddenly separated from the darkness at the bottom of the abyss.
The mass of evil energy writhed above the altar before actually condensing into a handsome young man dressed in white.
The youth's face was pale, and his lips curved in something that was not quite a smile.
The only thing that set him apart from ordinary people was his pair of pitch-black eyes, without a trace of white.
"My god... what is this?" The Saint Heavenly Demon Emperor froze.
The white-clothed youth twisted his neck and stretched his limbs, then looked at the people on the altar.
"This is an incarnation of mine."
"My true body cannot leave for now, so this incarnation will take a stroll through the Great Thousand World first."
The white-clothed youth curled his lips.
"Let's see just how much those three Half-Step Rulers are worth."
"I want him."
The moment those three words came out, the air in the room froze.
Zhao Tianming stood stunned for a full three seconds before realizing what Tang San meant.
His face, already flushed with anxiety, instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
"Say that again?" Zhao Tianming took a step forward, directing the pressure of his