With each breath the Seed Emperor took, it wasn't just air and space he inhaled, but even fragments and corpses of deceased humans, Demon Beasts, and Extraterritorial Celestial Race in the air were sucked into his body.
It was terrifying.
The Seed Emperor stared at Di Deijin, who was drifting backward, and asked.
He was genuinely interested in Di Deijin, especially the Forbidden Spell Prison that Di Deijin cast. It intrigued him immensely.
If he could subdue Di Deijin, it would definitely be a good thing.
That's why he patiently asked over and over again.
At this moment, Di Deijin was already gravely injured, barely hanging onto life, and couldn't even speak.
"Am I going to die too? The first time I secretly left home, and I'm about to die?" A hint of self-mockery appeared on Di Deijin's stunningly pale face.
