"Master, shouldn't we pass through these trial gates first and obtain the Demon God's inheritance?"
"It's not too late to rest later."
Little Fire was anxious inside, thinking its master was preparing to break through, but unexpectedly, after just touching the trial gate, he returned to his original spot and closed his eyes.
Ye Tian said nothing, still keeping his eyes closed.
One minute, two minutes, ten minutes.
Time ticked away relentlessly, and the black mist watching from the deepest part also completely lost hope.
"It seems I misjudged him."
"If he doesn't take action in a minute, send him out!"
The black mist shook its head, extremely, extremely disappointed. Initially, it thought Ye Tian was very mysterious, giving it an indescribable feeling.
Now, it had completely lost faith in Ye Tian. It wasn't a matter of time; the other person from the Mortal World had already reached the ninetieth trial gate.
