The thunderous roar resounded, but it wasn't thunder; it was the increasingly heavy breathing of the White Deer.
The almost playful actions of the two made the scars on its face twitch more violently.
"Is this amusing to you?"
The White Deer noticed the Southern Emperor trying to quietly leave the place, but it did not look back. Instead, it stared fixedly at the young man ahead, a cruel smile curving up its lips, cruelty embedded deeply within.
"How about a bet?"
"Let's bet on whether I can kill you and then catch up to it before it finds the next demon."
As the words fell, the yellow-robed figure vanished from the spot.
In an instant, Shen Yi's pupils reflected a hideous face coming at him.
The White Deer, carrying an overwhelming amount of demonic power, surged forth like a tidal wave, slamming into him and sweeping his thin figure into the massive rift in the heavens and earth.
