The Demon King's forehead was soaked with sweat. He had accelerated time for a full one hundred years, and the cave world, like a point of light, was sizzling and continuously losing energy.
The Demon King knew that in four hundred years, that damned cave would certainly turn to ashes, and the Undying Gold Body would be refined into the Immortal God Pill.
"Kid, even if you hide in the cave, it's useless. You've wasted so much of this king's Tri-color True Fire, how can I let you live?" The Demon King gritted his teeth. To be honest, that immortal man, what's his name, Jordan Webb, was indeed a tough bone to chew, never before had he exhausted himself like this!
However, thinking about that Immortal God Pill made him feel it was worth it. A little tiredness, a little hardship, a little consumption—what's that? In the end, he'll achieve great transformation!
