"Old Shi! Please, I beg you!"
"This is really the last time!"
"If you save me today, this Princely Heir will definitely follow your every command and serve you faithfully, like a loyal dog or horse!"
Inside the Demon Suppression Tower, watching the boundless blood-red fog surge forward to devour him, Ye Chen's features twisted in a hysterical cry.
However, there was no response.
The Soul Ring clutched tightly in his hand seemed to have completely lost its spiritual essence; it was dim and lackluster, like a dead object.
"Old Shi! You... you can't be this heartless!"
"Do you remember the great vow we once made together?"
"You once said you would join me to conquer the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, to ascend to the pinnacle of the starry sky and overlook the entire cosmos!"
"Has that wish been fulfilled? Or can it only be commemorated now?"
As he finished speaking, the noble and arrogant Prince Ye collapsed to his knees, tears streaming down like rain.
