"5,"
"4,"
"3,"
"2——"
"Why should I believe you!" the Soul-Imbued Ball roared.
Shen Ye said nothing, merely presenting a contract.
Everything on the contract was airtight, stipulating that as long as the soul ball killed a companion, it could leave.
Shen Ye had already signed it.
——As long as the soul ball signed its true name, the contract would be established!
Shen Ye continued to massage his nearly broken arms—this monster was truly worthy of being S-class, with just one attack's power, it almost broke his arms.
"You decide for yourself."
He pressed his hand against the wall.
A door instantly appeared.
"If you're going to kill, sign the contract first; I'll give you ten minutes."
"No waiting beyond that."
Having said that, Shen Ye sat on the sofa, picked up a can of soda, and started drinking slowly.
Waiting.
In the silence, he quietly awaited the soul ball's decision.
"This contract needs to add some restraining power."
the Soul-Imbued Ball said.
