As time ticked away, Core Disciple Cheng and the others verged on madness, enduring an agony that defied verbal description.0

Fang Chen sighed softly, unsurprised by the current stalemate. From the very beginning, he had considered that this critical demand would force Core Disciple Cheng and his companions into a suicidal defiance. This was why he had first asked for so much inconsequential information that, while insightful, would not drastically tip the scales of the struggle between the two races.0

Fang Chen coldly said, "If you let your souls be scattered like this, even if the demon race wins, you won't be there to see that day." 0

Core Disciple Cheng laughed miserably. "So what? To this day, haven't our kind sacrificed enough? Our souls getting annihilated is nothing compared to fulfilling...0