Consuming lifespan to draw rewards, I'm invincible in the apocalypse!

At this moment, the old ghost with the candle in the center of the disc gave a bitter smile.

"As you all have seen—"

"The flame of my life has been extinguished and is now at its last gasp."

"However, as Gewai should also know, no matter how exhausted it is, it has consumed half of my life's effort."

As he spoke, he gave a sinister smile: "Even I can't imagine the power of its self-destruction..."

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere on the ninth level of the Nine-Story Pagoda suddenly became heavy.

The Candle Demon continued to laugh:

"Since you are bound by the Sequence Alliance and dare not agree to my conditions."

"Now, let me put it another way—"

"Now, I no longer ask you all to grant my request."

"I only ask that you give me another ten minutes."

"If the lottery is not over in ten minutes, I am willing to let go so as not to put everyone in a difficult position."

"At the same time, the conditions I just mentioned still apply."

"But if you can't even grant me this one request..."

"So……"

The Candle Demon glanced sadly at the dim fire in his hand, and said slowly in a melancholy tone:

"Then perhaps my last spark of life can shine with its final brilliance."

These words sound understated, even rather melancholic.

But in reality, it carried a distinctly threatening tone.

The faces of the other bigwigs in the corridor suddenly darkened.

At the same time, his gaze returned to the direction of the city lord.

Although City Lord Woruo just said that the City of Ten Thousand Races does not belong to him.

But as the city lord, he ultimately had the authority to manage the city.

Therefore, he has the most say in this territory.

Of course, he bears the greatest responsibility for anything that happens on this territory.

Instead of giving a direct answer, Woro pondered for a moment before addressing the other bigwigs in the five corridors:

"What are your thoughts on what Old Ghost Candle said?"

As he said this, he glanced casually at the political affairs director.

The administrative director, being one of Wo Ruo's men, understood his meaning with a single glance and thus said:

"Personally, I think ten minutes isn't enough time to complete this lottery."

The Enforcement Hall, the Longevity Academy, and the Boundless Academy—these local forces of the City of Ten Thousand Races are essentially all people of Woro.

They sometimes have disagreements, and they may have some opinions about Woro.

However, as long as they want to develop peacefully in the City of Ten Thousand Races, they will naturally have to be mindful of Woro's wishes.

And they do indeed feel that:

“The political affairs director is right. I also think that ten minutes is probably not enough.”

"Ten minutes might be enough to make Old Ghost Zhu give up..."

"Of course, this is just our preliminary judgment. If you all have any other thoughts for him, please feel free to express them."

At this point, all the local forces of the City of Ten Thousand Races have expressed their opinions.

They complied with the city lord Woro's wishes, clearly indicating their inclination to agree with the Candle Demon's statement.

Among the powerful figures outside the City of Ten Thousand Races.

At this moment, the one who has more say should be the old monster Nie Wu.

It's not that he's the strongest.

But this old monster is truly awesome.

He almost never makes a mistake in his judgment.

If he also said that ten minutes wouldn't be enough time for Old Ghost Candle to complete the lottery, then...

Therefore, it would be perfectly reasonable for the others to agree.

As a result, all eyes fell on the android-like old monster, Nie Wu.

It was during this moment that Jiang Yi learned that the seemingly metallic-skinned robot was none other than the Old Monster Niewu.

He secretly examined it for a long time and found that the thing really looked like a mannequin.

He couldn't help but wonder, could it be a clone made from a puppet?

At the same time, he noticed that the Black Market Lord and the Black-Robed Fireman were also focusing their attention on the Old Monster Niewu.

Judging from their demeanor, it seemed they were all willing to listen to what the old monster, Nie Wu, said.

However, the old monster Nie Wu's face was destined to be devoid of emotion.

No one knew what he was thinking until he spoke.

Even if he speaks up, what he says may not necessarily reflect his true thoughts.

He said it very simply, in just one sentence, in a declarative tone:

"If we really only have to wait another ten minutes, we really won't be able to complete this draw."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yi breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he felt something was wrong.

If ten minutes really isn't enough, then what's the point of the Candle Demon making this request?