"Hah, Treasure of the Gods?" Li Qiye sneered. "If there really was a Treasure of the Gods, would it be their turn to claim it?"
Li Shuangyan couldn't help but look at Li Qiye and ask, "Then what is it?" It was obvious that he knew Demon's Back Ridge inside and out.
"The Death God." Li Qiye's eyes narrowed. "A Death God that has starved for millions upon millions of years, one that can no longer bear its hunger and thirst."
The sight of Li Qiye narrowing his eyes sent a shiver down Li Shuangyan's spine. She understood that this matter was even more terrifying than she had imagined.
"Let's go," Li Qiye ordered Niu Fen.
"Where to, Young Master?" Niu Fen never questioned Li Qiye's commands and had always served him with utmost loyalty.
"Back to the Osmanthus Lotus Tree!" Li Qiye said. "That bunch of good-for-nothings will only be sending themselves to their deaths, becoming a delicious meal. There's no way they can suppress that monstrous thing!"
