After listening to Luo Bingxin's story, the hearts of the Four Great Corpse Kings, which had been silent for thousands of years, started to beat again.
To be precise, the flames of revenge began to burn anew in their hearts.
"You mean you're not working for the Immortal King anymore?"
The voice of the Drought Demon had become much more normal; it was easy to discern just how solemn she was at the moment.
"Dear uncles and aunts, Bingxin knows well that in this world, she can rely only on herself. Bingxin doesn't hope for you to join my battle line during this chaotic time to help with my personal revenge, but Bingxin hopes you can help me kill Lin Yi and seize his Divine Artifact, considering our past relationship."
"Niece, deeply grateful."
Luo Bingxin's words did not move these four super old zombies.
Having been corroded by that monster's soul, they had long lost the emotions humans should have—how could they be moved by Luo Bingxin's words?
