"Little Xue..."
"Mm-hmm?"
"Leave the matter to me for now," the Old Demon Emperor said.
From Xue Dili's angle, he couldn't see his face, but he imagined it was as black as the bottom of a pot, and if they were face-to-face, those pupils might be filled with ominous red-haired lions.
Xue Dili nodded, expecting a fierce battle, but unexpectedly, the Old Demon Emperor's youngest son turned out to be the Witch Demon King.
And what he's been doing... how to say it, whether he's strong or not, he's certainly quite low...
And with this request from the Old Demon Emperor, Xue Dili had no reason to oppose.
He pushed open the bronze giant door engraved with wailing faces, and a soul-freezing chill hit them, as they began to walk into this Great Tomb, countless undead stared at them like guards along the way.
