"Weak people don't even have a choice, unaware of the fate of their impending doom, but I will remember your sacrifice!"
This was a world long schemed by the Chaotic Realm.
It was also a world that had caused significant losses to the Chaotic Realm, which he would not forget.
"It's time to welcome destruction!"
"The last few months, consider it your carnival!"
Just as he was about to revert to his true form and leave, an unfamiliar voice entered his ears.
"Is that so? I'm not sure if this planet will perish, but you are certainly going to die!"
Accompanying these words was a breath of terror to the utmost extreme.
A mere wisp of this breath left him trembling, unable to muster any resistance.
He wanted to flee immediately, only to find that despite being a cultivator of the Eighth Realm, he couldn't summon any strength.
"Who... who is it?"
His heart was filled with extreme fear, this was definitely not a power he could resist.
The Ninth Realm?
