"Is there any other way?" Chen Zhao asked.
Killing a hundred demons was easy. He just needed to go to Hell.
But collecting the blood of a hundred subordinates of the King of Power was troublesome.
First of all, the King of Power was one of the 99 Demon Kings.
Moreover, the number of subordinates of the King of Power was extremely low.
In Hell, they were as rare as pandas.
King Kong was one, but he could only be one.
"Yes, you can get a drop of blood from the King of Power. As long as you don't explode, you'll have the constitution of a lord."
F * ck, that's as good as not saying anything.
I might as well ask the handsome guy for a drop of blood.
Of course, a drop of the handsome guy's blood was useless to Chen Zhao too.
That thing was only useful for top lords. A drop of blood could create a secondary demon king.
Anyone below the level of a great lord would die with a touch.
If it released its full power, everything within a hundred kilometers would turn into ashes. Even a great lord would not be spared.
As for getting a drop of blood from the King of Power …
Chen Zhao was right. He was still a million kilometers away from the Lesser Demon King.
He wasn't even a lord yet.
Even if he really won the lottery, he would explode, let alone collect it.
He should think about how to collect the blood of a hundred King of Power.
Ask Beelzebub Zofee to help him collect it?
The couple was waging war now. They didn't have the time to find and kill the subordinates of the King of Power.
Plus, if the King of Power found out that the couple specifically killed his subordinates, they might be targeted by the King of Power.
With the couple's power, they definitely couldn't beat the King of Power.
Or they could ask the handsome guy to collect it.
But if the Lord of Hell went to the King of Power and asked him to kill a hundred of his subordinates, would that be okay?
Even the handsome guy probably wouldn't be able to do that.
Or go to Hell himself?
But both the handsome guy and Beelzebub Zofee could only summon for 24 hours.
How big of an area could they search in 24 hours?
"Is there any other way?"
"Yes, the Heart of the Earth and the Demonic Root."
"What's the Heart of the Earth? What is the Moduni Root? "
"Ten thousand meters underground in hell, there is a kind of Stone Demon. You might be able to find a Heart of the Earth in ten thousand Stone Demons." King Kong said, "The Mortuoni Root is the reproductive organ of the Abyss Wanderers."
"…" Chen Zhao's face darkened. "Is there no reliable way? I can do it with my current abilities. "
As a subordinate of the King of Power, King Kong knew all the ways in the world to increase his power.
Even if Chen Zhao surpassed the King of Power one day, King Kong would know how to increase Chen Zhao's power.
Because this was an ability bestowed upon them by the Laws of Power.
However, the more King Kong spoke, the more ridiculous it became.
The methods were endless, the only difference was whether they were reliable or not.
For example, he could absorb a Great Lord's Mana Source and reshape it into a Power Source.
If I can steal a Great Lord's Mana Source, do I still need to waste words with you?
"Why don't you create your own source of power?"
"What do you mean by creating a source of power? What is the source of power? "
"Just like the Mana Source. According to the Laws of the King of Power, power is also the source of all physical power."
"What about your source of power?"
"Me? I don't have one. I can't create a source of power. I'm not at that level yet. Master, you've already reached the level of creating a source of power. " King Kong shook his head. "Also, among the King of Power's subordinates, there are less than ten who have a source of power. Even some Great Lords don't have a source of power."
"How many subordinates does the King of Power have?" Chen Zhao asked.
"Around a thousand," King Kong said. "Maybe more."
"One percent?" Chen Zhao touched his chin.
Just then, Samuel jumped to King Kong's side. "The King of Power has a thousand subordinates? I thought your race was about to go extinct. A few thousand years ago, my original body tried to increase my power and capture the subordinates of the King of Power. "
Evidently, to a Demon King like Samuel, killing was not a big deal.
So what if he destroyed a race of demons?
So what if this race was the subordinate of a secondary demon king?
"Then how do I create a source of power?"
"A feeling."
"Be more specific."
"Specifically, if you feel it, then you succeed."
"Do you have anything else?" Chen Zhao asked with a dark expression.
I also know that if I feel it, then I succeed. But what is the feeling?
Who would be able to understand such a general concept?
Just then, a yacht approached from the side.
The yacht was only a quarter of the length of the Hydra, but it was already quite big.
There were a few people on the deck of the yacht. There were probably a few more in the cabin.
These people didn't look like rich people, but they didn't look like ordinary people either.
Chen Zhao saw that one of them had an obvious supernatural style.
The person's face was painted with oil patterns. He wore a gentleman's hat and a pure white suit. There was a flower on his chest and his left eye was golden.
The others weren't as obvious as this person, but Chen Zhao could more or less tell what was special about them.
"This ship is so big."
"Rich people."
"KingTong, what are you looking at?" A woman came to the man with oil paint on his face.
Peian and KingTong were teammates. They were both spiritualists who had rushed over from other places.
The others on the ship were the same, but they didn't have much money, so they teamed up and rented such a yacht.
The rental of this yacht cost $8,000 a day, and it was expected to take four days, so it was $32,000.
Ordinary spiritualists didn't have that much money.
Of course, it was a good thing that they teamed up to rent a yacht, but the problem was that many spiritualists were a bit unruly.
"That ship."
"What? Do you also envy the life of the rich? "Peian said with a smile.
"That's an ominous yacht," KingTong said.
Peian looked surprised. He looked up and saw an Asian standing on the third deck of the yacht.
"The Hydra. It's inevitable that it will attract bad luck to give its yacht such a name."
"I wonder if the person on that ship is also a spiritualist." KingTong also saw Chen Zhao.
He also saw that Chen Zhao was looking at him. His condescending gaze made him very uncomfortable.
"You don't know how to enjoy yourself when you have money. You come here to take risks. I really don't know what you're thinking." Peian pursed his lips, but looking at the luxurious yacht in front of him, he couldn't help but look envious.
Spiritualists were also humans, and humans also had emotions and desires.
Who wouldn't want to have a good life?
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