"Young man, can we negotiate something?"
Bone Sky suddenly spoke up. Even this centuries-old monster couldn't help feeling a pang of fear, so much so that he abandoned the dignity of a strong one to negotiate with Long Yan.
"You let me go, and I'll spare everyone here. How about that?"
Seeing Long Yan's curious gaze, Bone Sky hurriedly added. He was scared—terrified of death. In Bone Sky's mind, nothing was more frightening than dying.
Sealed in Gu Wu's eyes by Master Shanhe for decades, he could still chat with Gu Wu during idle times. But if he died, everything would truly be gone. As long as he was alive, in a few more years his wicked cultivation would reach Mahayana again, and no one would be able to stop him. It was this fear of death that made Bone Sky shamefully surrender.
"Now this is amusing. You wave your hand to kill so many people, but you're afraid of dying yourself?"
"Of course. When you're dead, you have nothing at all."
