"The strongest can obtain my inheritance!"
Nine bloody characters radiated a dazzling blood light. Each stroke seemed to imprint itself onto the world, exuding an endless killing intent and battle spirit.
As soon as the stele appeared, Xuan Hu and Zhu Hong's gaze locked onto it.
Almost simultaneously, Xuan Hu and Zhu Hong cried out miserably.
Blood tears flowed from their eyes.
"Be careful, these characters..."
In shock, Ye Zhen cautiously used the edge of his vision to glance, avoiding the overwhelming impact of the blood-colored characters' killing intent.
The stele came and went swiftly.
In just a few breaths, with thunderous sounds, it plunged into the ground and vanished.
If not for the blood tears in Xuan Hu and Zhu Hong's eyes, it would seem as if it had never appeared.
"What's the purpose of the strongest obtaining the inheritance? What is this Ancient Demon God planning?" Ye Zhen pondered.
