Watching the enormous body of the Golden Flower Demon King Jii Hua turning into a streak of blood light and leaving, Ye Zhen let out a sigh of relief, collapsing onto the ground as if he had come apart, panting heavily, sweat pouring down like a river.
He had just negotiated with a terrifying existence at the Divine Communication Realm, extorted him, searched his body, and even forced him to write a letter of surrender and a ransom document.
Thinking about these things he just did, Ye Zhen felt as if he was dreaming.
A being at the Divine Communication Realm, a terrifying existence two Grand Realms above Ye Zhen.
Taking such a huge risk brought immense rewards.
Those items listed in the ransom document that had yet to be obtained, Ye Zhen wouldn't dare to think about them for a long time, maybe forever.
Going to demand them in person?
Unless Ye Zhen had a death wish.
But just now, Ye Zhen had emptied half of Jii Hua's storage ring.
