For a moment, he settled his mind temporarily, thinking of fully absorbing all the power he could digest, reaching a level of "breaking the unbreakable".
The tree desires calm, but the wind never ceases.
Moreover, his Divine Soul had fused with four-ninths of the Soul Evil Pearls, while the Demon Monk held five-ninths.
He and the Demon Monk must have a confrontation.
Either you devour me, or I devour you, only then can there be completeness.
Now, the Demon Monk is searching for him.
And by that time, wouldn't he also have to seek out the Demon Monk?
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Silent night, pale snow.
Yet the fire was red, a tragic red.
The tragic red fire was a sacrificial fire, this Song Yan already knew.
But he did not know that this sacrificial fire was not only burning in the Snow Country, but also silently burning right now in a distant Earth Realm far, far away from the Snow Country.
