"Where is the Shell Mother Fruit?"
On the throne, the Emperor of Torture opened his eyes.
Its appearance was similar to an alien, extremely ugly.
Bone spears formed a ferocious blood-red crown on its head.
Its leathery wings folded behind it, resembling a blood-red cloak.
Sharp claws emitted a cold glow, capable of tearing the world apart.
"Failed to obtain the Shell Mother Fruit; over the years, the military expenditure to amass troops was excessive, and coincidentally, there's an eight-level middle-stage devil competing with me. It's my inability," the devil explained.
The Emperor of Torture asked, "Can the identity of that devil be found?"
The devil replied, "Can't be traced, I'm worried about unexpected troubles and didn't dare to probe."
The Emperor of Torture closed his eyes and said indifferently:
"You did right, step down and continue amassing troops."
To him, the Shell Mother Fruit wasn't indispensable.
As long as he got the Nether River Molybdenum Iron.
