"I'll give you half a month."
Wu Dao looked down indifferently at the one-armed elf who was about to be completely swallowed by the darkness. "Two paths. One, devour them all. Two, the old rules."
"Hee hee hee~"
This time, Yaya was no longer silent with despair.
Her smile was like a blossoming flower, her voice like silver bells.
Her crimson eyes, glowing with a morbid red light, faintly illuminated the darkness. In a soft, sweet voice, she said, "Yaya likes this very much. Truly... I'm loving Daddy more and more."
RUMBLE—
The Nine-Layered Beast Tower was fully formed.
The violent, savage roars of beasts echoed through the abyss as darkness completely submerged the small figure.
"Daddy loves you too."
Wu Dao grinned and withdrew his gaze.
He sat impassively amidst the wind and snow, listening to the beautiful symphony of snarls, roars, and the sounds of primitive, savage combat, before sinking back into silence.
The Saint King had been a fat, free-range sheep.
