Wu Ming sneered coldly.
He paid no heed to the Demon Sword's allure.
Undeniably.
The Demon Sword was indeed extremely powerful.
Yet, no matter how powerful it was, Wu Ming couldn't believe the sword could directly bestow him power.
Furthermore.
The information from the previous Divine King made him understand that the Demon Sword was both the last resort of the Demon Evil Clan and a blade hanging over their heads.
If the seal was broken, the Demon Evil Clan would face the crisis of annihilation.
Upon hearing this.
The Demon Sword's eerie and cold voice rang out: "Since you choose not to believe, then why have you come here?"
"I have come here with my own purposes."
Wu Ming furrowed his brows once more.
He initially intended to harness the power of the Demon Sword, but now he felt a sense of ominous foreboding.
He wanted to leave.
Yet the inexplicable ominous premonition made him uneasy.
At this moment.
