"Could the drop of blood belonging to the Demon Lord truly possess such suppressing might?" Lěng Yè frowned slightly, a flash of surprise crossing his eyes, though he felt a secret sense of relief in his heart. Had it not been for the presence of this drop of blood, once those great demons within the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda broke free, I'm afraid the Yuxu Divine Realm and even the entire world would have been pushed to the brink of destruction. After all, the Nine-Spirit Primordial Saint alone was enough to strike terror into people's hearts, let alone the countless other unfathomable monstrosities inside the pagoda.
At that moment, the figure of Shí Yùtáo involuntarily surfaced in Lěng Yè's mind. If she hadn't bestowed this drop of the Demon Lord's blood upon him, he would likely have long since fallen into an irretrievable predicament. Thinking of this, a surge of gratitude welled up within Lěng Yè.
Yet, what manner of existence was this Demon Lord, to be able to suppress the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda with a mere drop of blood? Even though the Demon-Suppressing Pagoda had not yet been fully activated, the power of this single drop of blood was enough to prove the Demon Lord's extraordinary nature. According to Shí Yùtáo, this drop of blood was left behind to search for a successor; although it now resided within Lěng Yè's body, it had not truly acknowledged him yet.
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