Doomsday: I Can Get a Hint-Chapter 372 - 250: Return

"If you want to kill them, I can do it for you, as long as you give me back my hand."

The Black Mist Man said calmly.

He was quite surprised in his heart.

This was the breakthrough he had been looking for.

"Forget it, with your current strength, you might not even be able to beat the Ghost Warrior, let alone the other Superpower Users protecting him."

Wang Hao waved his hand and sighed:

"Now the strength of the Second Settlement Camp has greatly increased, while the First Settlement Camp has suffered a serious blow from this wave of corpses. Rise and fall."

Now the title of leader is probably in name only."

"What will it take for you to return my arm to me?"

The Black Mist Man was a bit anxious.

His arm was still very important to him.

This would greatly reduce his strength.

Not to mention, Wang Hao had cut off his right arm.

"Become my subordinate, and I’ll give you back your arm."

"Become your subordinate?"

The Black Mist Man hesitated for a moment and refused:

"Impossible, I am a noble member of the Demon Race, how could I become a human’s subordinate?"

"Am I not worthy to have you as my subordinate?"

Above Wang Hao’s head, a golden bell appeared, casting golden light that illuminated the entire cave.

A domineering aura of Emperor Dao exuded from him.

The Black Mist Man was silent.

Was Wang Hao qualified?

Obviously, he was certainly qualified.

Wang Hao was originally a noble cultivator, which was rare even in the thriving cultivation era with abundant Spiritual Qi.

And his strength was so strong.

He had even mastered the thunder technique.

This was the greatest of all techniques, an unrivaled spell.

Not to mention, he carried the fortune of Emperor Dao, making him a true monarch.

"Alright, as long as you return my hand to me, I can be your subordinate, but there’s a time limit!

Three years, I can only be your subordinate for three years, that’s my bottom line. If you don’t agree, then forget it, I don’t need this arm anyway."

The Black Mist Man’s tone was very firm.

This surprised Wang Hao slightly.

Previously, he still wanted to use the Divine Demon Scroll.

Now he was somewhat reluctant to use it.

The Black Mist Man clearly considered it seriously, offering this condition instead of agreeing carelessly just to get his arm back.

Of course, from the Black Mist Man’s attitude, even if he wanted to use the Divine Demon Scroll, he probably wouldn’t agree to it.

Wang Hao took out the seal from his pocket and casually released it.

The hand immediately turned into black mist and returned to the Black Mist Man.

In doing so, his position was also exposed.

Unexpectedly, he was hiding inside a rock.

Impressive, really impressive.

"What did you do to my hand? Why is there so much flesh missing?"

The Black Mist Man didn’t even have time to be happy before he felt waves of pain and couldn’t help but be angry.

"I cut some off for experiments, you should eat more meat to replenish it!"

Wang Hao said with a wry smile.

"You!"

The Black Mist was so angry that he almost took action.

But he knew that he was no match for Wang Hao now, so he had to let it go.

This was too much, wasn’t it?

"You said three years just now, does that mean after three years, the Demon Race from the Demon Realm can launch a large invasion?"

Wang Hao looked at the Black Mist, his Spiritual Power held back but ready.

If this Black Mist was bluffing, then he would immediately use thunderous means to tear him apart.

"You are really smart, your guess is correct. After three years, the second seal will shatter, and many from the Demon Race can come through unharmed."

The Black Mist Man sneered coldly, with a bit of schadenfreude:

"In three years, I wonder how much your human race can develop."

"Are the people from Maoshan also part of your Demon Race?"

Wang Hao didn’t want to argue, so he continued to ask.

Who knows what the situation will be like in three years?

With the Blade of Plunder and hints, he believed that his strength would reach an unfathomable level in three years.

Then, if the Demon Race dared to provoke him, he would take them all down with just a sword.

"Probably not."

After a long silence, the Black Mist Man said:

"The ones coming through the seal now are very weak, like me. Forcing through means death or serious injury, very serious injury.

Their strength can only be exerted to 30-40%. On Maoshan, there are a lot of Superpower Users gathered, and they are top-tier.

To be able to kill them without resistance, they should not be the Demon Race, at least not the Demon Race that just came from the Demon Realm."

"Then what are they? Could they be upgraded monsters?"

"Impossible for monsters, they are a bunch of brainless trash, they won’t evolve to that degree no matter how they evolve."

The Black Mist Man seemed to have a disdainful view of monsters in his words.

"Your Earth’s Spirit Veins were previously drained, with no Spiritual Qi, making cultivation impossible, but there’s always an exception to everything.

In some secret realms, there might be cultivators, and there might be some retained Spiritual Qi to let them barely survive."

The Black Mist Man stopped speaking here.

"Are you saying that this might be done by our own cultivators? This sounds..... no, it’s quite possible!"

Wang Hao’s eyes narrowed slightly.

This world, not everyone is righteous.

The human race, although very united, is also skilled in infighting.

Not to mention elsewhere, even in a small place like the First Settlement Camp, factions contend, forces move everywhere.

Moreover, people with special abilities are not exclusive to Hua Country.

Other countries have them too.

Did they massacre Maoshan to seize what it had?"