"Fortunately, I begged for mercy early on, and flattered well. If it weren't for that, if my bone were just a bit harder, I would have been reduced to ashes long ago..."
Moreover, more than a dozen Monster cultivators' Divine Souls had perished, and the Sword Bone had another feast.
It was almost full, its strength now much greater than before.
"If I keep eating like this, will there be a day when I become stronger than this little ancestor..."
Treacherous thoughts crossed the mind of the Sword Bone.
On the other side, the focused Mo Hua furrowed his brows slightly.
Every possible place had been searched...
Yet, there was still no sign of the Demon Wraith.
"Where on earth is it hiding?"
Mo Hua continued deeper, and after a moment, he suddenly paused, feeling as if something deep within the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons was "luring" him.
It was a strange attraction.
