Yellowstone National Park.
At this moment, Xiu Nuo was meditating above the magma of the active volcano.
Streams of fire aura were being absorbed by Xiu Nuo.
A golden eagle emblem appeared between his eyebrows.
Fire patterns extended towards the golden eagle but were all repelled.
Xiu Nuo slowly opened his eyes and said disdainfully: "I told you, Pei Shiqi, you overestimated the Netherworld Hall, didn't you? From national destiny to people, there's nothing simple about this damned place."
The golden eagle shimmered, and Xiu Nuo's face turned dark: "Don't push your luck! Otherwise, I'll blow up the volcano, and we'll both be screwed! Damn it, I've been a Demon Cultivator my whole life, and I'm not afraid of mutual destruction! If I hadn't been prepared, you might have actually succeeded."
Xiu Nuo was now suspecting that this national destiny was of Jewish descent; otherwise, how could they be so adept at parasitism?
