One-tenth of the elixir is enough to sustain a cub, and the Wind Roar Beast naturally can't refuse.

However, these elixirs were originally the treasures of the Wind Roar Beast, and now it has to exchange its offspring with Zhao Letian, inevitably feeling reluctant.

"I know you hate me, but that is how the Martial Arts World operates, the law of the jungle, survival of the fittest, it's the same for both Human Clan and Demon Clan. I can give you a chance, if one day you feel capable of seeking revenge, you are free to come after me and take back your child."

Zhao Letian said indifferently, as he took out one-tenth of the elixir and handed it to the Wind Roar Beast, and took one of the cubs into his storage ring.

"Roar!"

The Wind Roar Beast let out an enraged roar, swallowed the bottle containing the elixir, and then took to the skies with another sleeping cub, directly breaking through the air and heading towards the distance.

"Little one, don't blame this old man for being nosy, but you're too kind-hearted. Do you need to say so much to a demon beast? If it can be used, make the most out of it, if not, kill it directly, no need to be merciful. Of course, I'm not asking you to become a despicable villain, but you have experienced too little. The dangers of the Martial Arts World are deeper than you understand. To stand your ground in this world, you must be ruthless and decisive, without a hint of soft-heartedness," Old Mo shook his head as he spoke.

"Senior, I understand your meaning, but I too have my principles and resolve, I hope you can forgive me,"

Zhao Letian shook his head with a smile, nonchalant in his response.

In his mind, there was no clear distinction between good and evil.

His actions depended solely on necessity.

The body of a half-step King-level demon beast, although valuable, was dispensable for him, akin to an unnecessary addition.

That is to say, there was no need for Old Mo to kill the Wind Roar Beast.

Most importantly, Zhao Letian is not the type to cross the bridge and draw it up after himself.

When the situation was dire previously, he had relied on the power of the Wind Roar Beast, and now that the crisis has just been averted, it would be quite unkind of him to turn around and kill the beast. He believed that he could not do it, and if he had done so, it would certainly have affected his Martial Arts Heart, hindering his future cultivation, a loss outweighing the gain.

"Alright, many unrivaled experts are all nonconformists, with their unique temperament and personality. It's good that you have something you stick to, so I won't advise you further,"

Old Mo was slightly surprised, then smiled softly, nodding with satisfaction.

Upon reflection, if Zhao Letian had simply nodded and agreed upon hearing his words, he would have actually been disappointed.

Because a person with no convictions who only obeys the powerful could never accomplish anything significant.

To achieve something, one must have steadfast beliefs and should not easily change due to a word from others.

Now it seemed that Zhao Letian was exactly the kind of person with great aspirations, and Old Mo was naturally very pleased.

"Senior, how much strength do you have left, and can you return to the Token?"

Zhao Letian asked in a grave tone.

It seemed that Old Mo still had quite a bit of strength left, at least enough to easily deal with a half-step King-level demon beast.

If this strength could be preserved for future use, Zhao Letian would have another card to play.

"I know what you want to say, but I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. Once this strand of Divine Soul Power leaves the Token, it cannot be stored again. Even if there is some strength left, it can only slowly dissipate between heaven and earth, incapable of being reused."

Old Mo shook his head with a smile, helplessly saying,

"Such a pity."

A hint of disappointment appeared in Zhao Letian's eyes as he shook his head and sighed,

"Boom!"

At that moment, a terrifying presence suddenly erupted from a forest in the distance.

"What is that?"

Zhao Letian was startled, hastily focusing his gaze. His eyes flashed with blue sharpness, and his powerful vision instantly spanned the vast distance, settling on a distant mountain peak.

"Such strong Demon Energy!"

Zhao Letian suddenly exclaimed.

He saw that the mountain peak was filled with sky-reaching demon energy, and a terrifying oppressive force spread rapidly like a tsunami, rampaging back and forth unrestrained throughout Ten Thousand Demon Mountain.

"Not good, it's a Demon Lord. Hurry and go!"

Old Mo also looked toward the distant mountain peak, understanding the situation there even more clearly than Zhao Letian. With a grave expression, he shouted solemnly, and immediately, a strong surge of True Essence Power enveloped Zhao Letian, transforming into a streak of light that fled toward the outskirts of Ten Thousand Demon Mountain at an astonishing speed.

"You think you can escape? Can you really get away? Stupid humans, how dare you cause trouble in my Demon Clan's territory? You truly have a death wish. All of you, stay right there."

Old Mo and Zhao Letian had not fled far when the terrifying presence from afar chased after them with even more alarming speed, and at the same time, a mocking and cold laughter sounded right beside their ears.

"This is bad, this demon's strength is too great, we probably won't be able to escape. You go first, I will cover your retreat. Whether or not you can survive this ordeal is up to fate now!"

Old Mo's face changed dramatically, and he suddenly stopped, using his powerful True Essence Power to send Zhao Letian far away.

"Old Mo, be careful!"

Zhao Letian's brow furrowed with worry, and he gave a warning. At the same time, a flash of Spirit Light appeared behind him, revealing the black and white Mid-grade Spirit Artifact Feather Wings. With a gentle flap, he turned into a streak of light that pierced the sky, fleeing in the direction of Sky Dome Imperial City.

He knew, for Old Mo to take it so seriously, it meant the Demon Lord's strength was extraordinarily frightening. Not to mention himself, even Old Mo couldn't contend against it. There was no point in staying; it would be better to leave as quickly as possible.

"Don't worry. This is just a strand of my Divine Soul Power. Even if this demon destroys it, it's no big deal. On the contrary, you must try everything to escape this ordeal. You absolutely cannot be caught by this demon."

Old Mo forced a smile, speaking with a look of concern.

Hearing this, Zhao Letian's expression grew even more solemn, and he quietly prepared to use his Blood Style Escape Technique.

Naturally, he hoped Old Mo could buy him more time to fly back to Sky Dome Imperial City normally.

But if it really came down to it, he would have to consume a great amount of Essence Blood to use the Blood Style Technique.

"A strand of a King-level Expert's Divine Soul? You this ant, you think you can stop me? It's as futile as an arm blocking a chariot, completely overestimating yourself. Not to mention this mere strand of Divine Soul Power, even if your true form was here, you would only be able to prostrate under my feet."

Very quickly, the terrifying presence arrived in front of Old Mo, the light of escape technique faded, revealing a handsome young man dressed in a white robe.

However, this person's skin was a piercing white, and his handsomeness was even more otherworldly than that of the Evil Lord Gu Xin.