Exhausted.
Wu Xiaode slightly relaxed, trying to afford himself a moment of rest.
Confronting the King of Evil Spirits was like walking a tightrope.
——Especially since the battlefield was his own body.
Every word, every action, every act of self-harm had been precisely calculated, just enough to force the King of Evil Spirits to save him.
What would happen next?
Wu Xiaode felt that his power was nearly depleted, with only the last 10 points of Eternal Soul Power supporting his consciousness.
——Would the King of Evil Spirits complete the Death God's task?
He rested while quietly observing.
Vast expanses of white sand receded.
One after another, skeletal monsters rose from the ground, surrounding Wu Xiaode.
Behind all the skeletal monsters, even more bone creatures emerged from the quicksand.
"No one can leave the Death Quicksand Cave."
A skeleton whose eyes flickered with faint Ghost fire spoke.
——Understood.
The objective of the Trial was to leave this place.
