"Your Majesty the God of Fire, the young one can give you all the treasures, all the territory, all women, including the young one myself, can contribute all of them to you..."

"I can be your slave, I can fight against the demons with you, please spare my life..."

Feeling the hot temperature of the flames, the Lord of the Abyss was almost scared and he hurriedly begged, calling himself a slave.

Even an ant can survive by chance, but he can become a god by chance. It can be said that he has gone through thousands of hardships. The life of the gods is hard to come by. How could he be willing to die easily?

However, Wang Yan seemed to be afraid to be interested in his wealth, territory and the beauties he collected, and he still acted like he wanted him.

As Wang Yan gradually exerted his palm, the soul of the Lord of the Abyss soon changed from begging to a screaming wail, and his soul was about to die.

At this moment, the plague apostle Seramis, who had been blackening his face, finally spoke out.

"Slow down."

In the broken temple, the plague apostle Seramis, supported by her husband Heiyue Apostle Gant, slowly flew to the void, stood in the distance, and negotiated with Wang Yan, "Since we lose, we admit defeat! We will evacuate the territory of the Kingdom of God soon and will not invade for a thousand years."

"But before leaving, we have a request."

The Plague Apostle raised his gaze and slowly landed in Wang Yan's hand, on the soul of the Lord of the Abyss, "We request a transaction to return to our companions, and the price will naturally not treat you badly."

"Miss Selamis! Brother Gantt! Save me, save me!"

At this time, the Lord of the Abyss Caos seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and quickly shouted loudly, as if he was afraid that the other party would give up on him.

"Hmph!" The Plague Apostle and the Black Fallen Apostle both glanced at him coldly.

If this useless Lord of the Abyss lost, how could they have been so miserable?

Now they want to redeem the soul of his Abyss Lord, not out of morality. It is a soul of a demon who has given birth to a divine nature, but is the rarest and rarest priceless thing in the universe.

Take it back and cooperate with the ban, whether it is refining weapons or training subordinates, it will be of great use. Basically, as long as the operation is successful, it is equivalent to giving yourself an additional god-level slave who will never betray him!

Who doesn’t want this powerful and completely controlled God-level slave?

They have suffered such heavy losses now. If they can bring back a complete soul, it will be a kind of compensation.

"Trade? Haha, this is the soul of a demon god, and his price is not cheap."

Wang Yan raised the corner of his mouth, and then showed an interesting look, "Tell me, you can offer a price first. If the price is appropriate, I may consider it."

The Plague Apostle and the Black Fallen Apostle looked at each other and were secretly happy inside.

As long as this kid intends to trade, their demons have resources and wealth!
Chapter completed!