While the women worried for Ye Qiu, as Ye Qiu absorbed experiences in his dream, simultaneously.
In a dimly lit secret room within a certain military district.
"It's been a month..." A mysterious figure looked at the documents in hand, a sinister smile curling at the corner of his mouth.
Soon after, he picked up the phone and dialed a number.
The call connected, and the mysterious figure took a deep breath, saying coldly, "The Demon King has been unconscious for a month."
In the next moment, a ruthless voice came from the other end of the phone, "That's good news. It seems Ye Qiu might never wake up. Quickly take this chance to dismantle the Demon Corps. Additionally, just to be sure, I'll send someone to assassinate Ye Qiu. He must be completely killed."
"Okay." The mysterious figure nodded slightly and hung up the phone.
After hanging up, the mysterious figure furrowed his brows, feeling some hesitation.
