Chapter 231

This can only be left behind after a True God has fallen.

How easily could a True God be killed?

"Three drops of divine power."

The Shadow God's voice was hoarse.

This is an eighth-transformation Demigod.

The Demigod stage.

Each refinement of the divine body, divine soul.

The divine power consumed is five times that of the previous one.

Advancing from fourth to fifth transformation requires 625 threads of divine power.

And advancing from seventh to eighth transformation—

Requires nearly eighty thousand threads of divine power!

That is nearly eight drops of divine power.

Therefore—

Those Demigods who ascend to the eighth-transformation level.

Are certainly not poor.

And Demigods of this realm.

Mostly strive to accumulate divine power for ascending to ninth transformation.

Their wealth—

Is still extremely substantial.

The same applies to ninth-transformation Demigods.

Igniting the Divine Flame requires at least two hundred drops of divine power.

"Five drops of divine power."

Earlier.

The first ninth-transformation Demigod to speak said slowly.

He is the Web of Shadows God.

"Seven drops of divine power."

The only female, the God of Desire, licked her lips and said.

Instantly—

The other two eighth-transformation Demigods exchanged glances, both with bitter smiles.

Seven drops of divine power.

Exceeds their accumulated reserves.

Even if they longed desperately for a divine office.

They could only give up.

"Ten drops of divine power."

The Blood God smiled faintly.

Fourteen sharp fangs with blood grooves bared.

"The vampire race."

Li Yue glanced, silently murmuring in his heart.

Vampires are lower-tier beings.

Yet they belong to divine beings.

Like the silver centaurs.

Ranked among the upper tier among lower-tier beings.

Adults can possess a Rank 3 strength.

They are a very powerful race.

And one with an extremely rigid rank hierarchy.

"Twelve drops of divine power."

The Goddess of Desire spoke.

"Yide, you actually have such deep resources."

"Why haven't you advanced to eighth transformation yet?"

The Web of Shadows God narrowed his eyes.

"My control over the divine office isn't sufficient yet."

"Why don't you practice with me?"

The Goddess of Desire cast a sultry glance, covering her mouth with a soft giggle.

Her attire was extremely daring.

It gave off intense allure.

If a mortal—

He would be utterly bewitched by just one of her glances.

"Heh."

The Web of Shadows God chuckled:

"Fifteen drops of divine power."

Practice with the Goddess of Desire?

He truly dared not.

After all—

He had heard.

Some demigods

perished directly in the bed of the Goddess of Desire.

Bones broken, marrow sucked dry.

Truly terrifying.

"Twenty drops of divine power."

"This is my limit."

"If you can offer more, I will turn and leave."

The God of Blood spoke grimly.

His gaze fixed on the God of the Dark Web and the Goddess of Desire.

"We cannot offer more."

The Goddess of Desire rose lazily and left directly.

"Yours."

The God of the Dark Web shrugged.

The value of a single divine office naturally far exceeds twenty drops of divine power.

But this is a black market that cannot see the light.

Prices naturally cannot compare with those outside.

And—

The divine office of Shadow Manifestation.

is not a particularly precious divine office.

If the price exceeds twenty drops of divine power,

he would not be willing.

Twenty drops of divine power.

That is a full two hundred thousand threads of divine power.

Even though he is a Ninth-Cycle Demigod—

with over two million believers.

But—