The cold wind was bitter, the void shattered.
Tens of thousands of Demon Spirits all bowed down. In the center of the Demon Tide, a young child draped in a White Cloak stared coldly at Marquis Yuanping, who was kneeling on the ground.
"This level of a Great Cultivator, his Divine Sea is as solid as gold."
The Silver Moon Great Venerable casually reminded, "Even if a Yang God takes action... it's not necessarily possible to extract any useful information."
To him,
the life of Marquis Yuanping could be taken at any time.
However, the Divine Sea of the Twenty Yin God Realms... is almost impossible to Soul Search.
The Cultivators of this realm are just one step away from the Yang God.
Forcibly plundering the Divine Sea might result in indistinguishable false information.
"I have a way."
Cheng Er said calmly, "I kindly ask the Great Venerable to take action and severely wound him, leaving him with a breath..."
"..."
Silver Moon slowly turned his head.
