Seeing that the other party didn't seem to want to take direct action but instead wanted to exchange a few words,
the Great Elder of the Demon Sect felt a glimmer of faint hope rise in his heart.
He wasn't afraid of dying, but the thought of not witnessing the Demon Lord break the seal before his death made him feel that his lingering soul would definitely turn into a vengeful ghost soul.
"Yes, I wanted to steal your fishing rod,"
the Great Elder of the Demon Sect, after composing his emotions, replied heavily.
In his mind, he was rapidly thinking about what kind of trump card he still had to use. If he detonated himself now, could his Divine Soul penetrate the Flame Cage, pass through the spatial channel, and successfully return to the Transformation Mother Tree.
Could his alternate death method withstand the young Taoist's flames?
