Chapter 312

Mingfuzhi Sect.

This is a mobile island floating in mid-air.

It is also a guild composed entirely of demons.

At this moment, inside the main hall of this guild.

The Underworld King Mard Geer was looking at Seilah in the picture with a gloomy face.

"This guy... actually submits to a human?"

He couldn't believe everything in the picture.

As a demon, logically speaking, one should hate humans extremely.

Submitting to a human was something Mard Geer couldn't imagine.

But... all of this happened so realistically in front of him.

This couldn't help but make this Underworld King's face full of gloom.

But, thinking about it again...

Seilah, as a demon, couldn't possibly offer her knees to a human so willingly.

Then, there must be some hidden reason that Mard Geer didn't know.

"Hidden reason..."

He looked at the book he was holding in his arms.

His brows furrowed accordingly.

"Is it... because of the Book of END?"

Recalling everything in the picture just now, it seemed to be really the case.

Seilah chose to submit to that human the moment she saw Black Natsu could open the Book of END.

Thinking of this, Mard Geer couldn't help but grit his teeth.

He reached out his hand to stroke the book again, and attempted to open it.

But!

That scorching feeling surged into his heart once again!

Unspeakable fear shrouded Mard Geer completely at this moment!

Must stop!

Otherwise... he would die, he would really die!

The temperature on his fingertips that felt like it was about to melt made Mard Geer afraid.

He immediately dismissed the idea of opening the Book of END.

At the same time, he let out a long breath.

Unknowingly, sweat had already covered this Underworld King's cheeks.

He breathed heavily, his gaze fixed straight on the Book of END in his hand.

"Something that even I can't open, how on earth did that human open it?"

He couldn't figure it out; how could a human open the book of the strongest demon?

This kind of thing... simply doesn't make sense, right?

Unless...

Thinking of this, Mard Geer's pupils shrank suddenly!

An almost impossible idea floated into his mind.

The palm supporting the throne's armrest exerted force involuntarily.