Si Mo felt that throughout his thousands of years, having faced countless life-and-death situations, he had never felt danger to such an extreme as he did now.
In that brief moment, he even thought his life would end today.
But if he died, what would happen to little Ge'er?
Who would accompany her on the long road ahead? If he died, would little Ge'er be heartbroken? Si Mo would never do anything to make little Ge'er sad!
So—
He! Could! Not! Die!
Si Mo's silver eyes burst with brilliant radiance. In the depths of his eyes, which were like Xinghai, reflected an unfamiliar object swiftly piercing toward him.
At that moment, a shadow darted past, a pale arm extended from beneath the black robe to grasp the Demon Soul Flag.
'Someone is stealing the flag!' Si Mo's eyes narrowed sharply, a vicious light refracting from within.
He slightly clenched his fingers, and the two demons sealed within the flag instantly rushed out, lunging at the thief.
