Old Sixth was pacing anxiously outside the door, happily reporting the decrease in the Blackening value.
For several days in a row, Mistletoe had been madly knocking outside the door: "Lu Xingze, are we attacking the Immortal Spirit Realm today?"
"No!" A gloomy, cold shout came from inside.
The next day, Mistletoe knocked again: "Yuezheng Yan, are we attacking the Immortal Spirit Realm today?"
"Scram!" Another furious cold shout responded.
Mistletoe pursed his lips: "You lightning-struck Dead Demon."
On the third day, Mistletoe knocked again: "Demon Lord, today…"
"No!" The furious voice from inside directly interrupted Mistletoe.
Mistletoe was irate, hands on hips: "I haven't even finished speaking, why are you interrupting?"
"Today, the Four Sects are besieging the Magic Realm, are you, Dead Demon, coming out or not?"
The door was forcefully flung open from the inside, and Lu Xingyan was glaring with murderous intent.
