Signing the Master-Servant Contract
Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
While the two were talking.
The ten or so barriers of the God of Slaughter had completely melted, turning into streaks of white light that dissipated in the spiritual world.
At this moment, the giant dragon stopped spitting flames as well.
The God of Slaughter's face turned pale, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead, making him look weak.
Resisting the dragon's flames had consumed a lot of his spiritual power.
Before he was resurrected, his spiritual power could only be consumed and could not be recovered.
The main reason why he could last for millions of years was because he had been in a deep sleep for millions of years.
Even so, his spiritual power had weakened by more than half.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so difficult to fight against Joelson.
"What exactly do you want?"
The God of Slaughter had an ugly look on his face as he looked at Joelson, his eyes filled with hatred.
"It's very simple."