Chapter 1850
Although, his intuition told him that these were just Yemo's words to tease him, even if he could survive a day and a night under the attack of eighteen thousand ghost generals, the other party would not be able to return Mu Qingqing to him.

However, even if there is only a glimmer of hope, he will not miss it.

"Very good!" Ye Mo smiled coldly.

In an instant, the Nether Gate shot out countless breaths of death, and the remaining 1 ghost generals also rushed towards Mo Yichen!
Countless ghosts floated in the sky, and countless ghosts came from all directions. All the space around Mo Yichen was filled with their attacks!

East, south, west, north, terrifying fluctuations are everywhere, and there is only one landing point for all attacks.

That is, Mo Yichen!
The girl stood on the high platform, watching this scene.

She saw a wave of attacks rushing towards the young man like a raging tide, and when the tide receded, countless scars appeared on the young man's body.

He is the body of a demon god, and his vitality is astonishingly strong. These injuries are not fatal, and he is even recovering quickly.

However, these attacks are endless.

Gradually, the teenager's recovery speed couldn't keep up with the speed of the injury, and the blood had already stained his whole body red.

But he didn't show any sign of resistance, he neither left nor used his devilish energy to resist or resist.

"Why?" The girl didn't know about the bet between Ye Mo and Mo Yichen, she just watched this scene in disbelief, her mind roaring.

Why would he do this?
As time passed, the girl saw the attacks of the ghost generals land on Mo Yichen again and again, and his injuries became more and more serious.

She trembled and closed her eyes, hiding the sadness and confusion in her eyes.

A full half day passed.

He still didn't resist at all.

After a long time, the girl suddenly saw that the young man swayed and landed on one knee, as if he couldn't hold on any longer, a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.

"don't want……"

The girl's face suddenly turned white, and a voice trembled in her mind. Her heart began to ache, and it was so painful that it was even difficult to breathe.

Why, why does my heart hurt so much? !
why? !

The girl stared closely at the position where Mo Yichen was, where his arms were propped up on the ground, he was panting, and his whole body was bleeding profusely.

His demonic energy has long been exhausted, and there is no part of his whole body that is intact, and his whole body has been stained red with blood, as if he wants to drain all the blood.

But his eyes were always looking at her, never shifting in the slightest.

So deep, so focused.

The girl bit her lips tightly, a rust-like bloody smell emanated from her mouth, and an uncontrollable pain swept through her whole body.

There was an impulse that made her want to shout out and run to the boy.

It's just that her rationality is still telling her that she is Yun Muwan, not the boy's lover.

As time passed, Mo Yichen's body was shaking more and more, he didn't even have the strength to stand up, his face was pale, and his breath was faint.

If he hadn't been the body of a demon king, he would have died a hundred or eighty times under such attacks.

After enduring another attack from the ghost generals, his gaze suddenly turned to Yemo, and he spoke hoarsely.

"Yemo...a day and a night...has arrived..."

Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth again as he spoke.

"Fulfill your bet!"

(End of this chapter)

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