Chapter 112.1: The Power of Great Supremes
Night fell. Ning Tao curled up tightly, her overly pale hands still gripping the chain.
"Husband..."
Suddenly, she opened her eyes, cold sweat covering her forehead. She looked at the blood sphere not far away, a trace of loss flickering in her gaze. He was gone.
Then, ripples spread through the air. A blood-red figure appeared, condensing into the form of a man. "Ning Tao, why are you mixed up with the Blood Demon?"
His face was concealed by a black hood. He was He Wu. Like Ning Tao, he was one of the Thirteen Northern Demons.
Ning Tao said seriously, "He's not the Blood Demon."
"All the Northern Supremes have deemed him the Blood Demon. Hence he is."
Unlike other Supremes, the Thirteen Northern Demons cared little about the Blood Demon's affairs. After all, the Blood Demon wreaking havoc upon the world was something that would happen centuries later. Their own crises were much closer at hand.
He Wu gazed at Ning Tao. "At your current state, you won't even last a hundred years. When the Myriad Phenomena Gate reappears, how will you survive? If you can't maintain your peak strength and fight for a hundred days, only death awaits."
Ning Tao fell silent for a while, then changed the subject. "Have you found out who had spread the rumors that Blood Demon was at Skyheart Palace?"
News of the Blood Demon in Skyheart Palace had spread throughout the North, causing Ning Tao to be besieged. Someone had to be behind it.
He Wu replied, "It is suspected to be the Purple Daoist."