The man in the tuxedo smiled ferociously, as if he was a victorious goose, tilting his head, looking extremely magical.

However, Huang Hao suddenly smiled: "Who told you that Satan will definitely die? As long as I disagree, he will never die even if he wants to die!"

The smile on the man in the tuxedo suddenly disappeared, and instead he was filled with suspicion.

Huang Hao smiled faintly, and the next moment, he suddenly bent down, his fingers kept beating on Satan's body like playing the piano. Every time he jumped, he could see a wisp of Huang Hao's mental power turned into a thin needle and pierced into Satan's body.

"What are you doing?" The tuxedo spirit looked at Huang Hao and said incredible.

"Pull his dead life back from the hands of the god of death." Huang Hao smiled faintly, his fingers kept stopping, and in a blink of an eye, I don't know how many times he pressed on Satan's body.

The next moment, the man in the tuxedo discovered in horror that Satan's face, which had already turned pale, suddenly had a little more blood, and his breathing that had already become heavy again.

"How is this possible! He is obviously about to die." The man in the tuxedo widened his eyes and exclaimed.

"I said that as long as I don't want him to die, he will not die!" Huang Hao sneered, and the joking look at the man in the tuxedo was getting stronger and stronger. No matter how hard the spirit of the weapon was planning this scene of the snipe-clut and clam fight, the fisherman benefiting, it was nothing in Huang Hao's eyes. With his understanding of medicine, it might be impossible to save Satan, but it was extremely easy to hold Satan's life so that he would not die so quickly.

"No, I won't lose!" Suddenly, the man in the tuxedo screamed: "As long as I absorb the source of darkness, I can also regain everything in Pandora's box, and even, I can shape an independent body based on the source of darkness and become the next god of darkness."

Speaking of this, a strong look of greed suddenly appeared on the man in the tuxedo's face.

A sense of aura emanated from his body. Under this sense of aura, the dark scepter falling in the distance suddenly flew towards the man in the tuxedo.

"Boy, although you have caused me to be defeated, I still have to remind you that this dark origin and Pandora's box are both the dark gods of the past, with the same attributes as the ones. This weapon spirit is not smaller than me. The reason why I desperately want me to die is ultimately to obtain this dark origin, and then ask the weapon spirit body to become the new dark god."
Chapter completed!