Yi Song's pupils constricted.
He stared at Su Ming'an in astonishment, almost thinking that Su Ming'an had misspoken.
Kill who?
Kill Noel?
"...Oh?" The Demon Mother Goddess's sultry and chilling voice echoed, her tentacles curling around Su Ming'an's neck.
Su Ming'an slightly raised his head, fingers placed on the tentacles.
The cold breath suddenly was incredibly close, yet he couldn't even detect the Demon Mother Goddess's position. After killing five Tri-level Gods, his combat power soared to 7800 points. But as expected, a First Level God's strength was still above his.
"...What price are you willing to pay?" The Demon Mother Goddess whispered.
"I fear there is nothing on me you covet. But I know the Fifth and Eleventh Thrones of the Organizers. As long as you help me contact them, they should be able to offer you something satisfactory." Su Ming'an's fingernail pinched the tentacle.
