Billionaire God of War

There was a bitter smile hiding behind Greedy Wolf's request, and it hurtYumengto hear him sound so helpless.

They came from the same generation and had known each other since they were kids. That friendship lasted until this very day, so Yumeng really felt sad seeing Greedy Wolf having to risk his life to get his own body back.

She knew nobody would help him if she didn't. Greedy Wolf might hurt anyone and everyone, but he would never harm her. "How do you want me to help?" She looked at him.

"I need you to use Guidance. It can help me out here," he said.

Guidance was Yumeng's unique skill, and she could control someone's soul using it. Of course, it was something simple like pushing and pulling the soul, but that opening was enough to dictate the outcome of the battle between powerful fighters.

Broken Soldier, Greedy Wolf, Seven Kill, and Yumeng had their own special skills. Yumeng was born with Guidance, and it could not be learned, much like

Greedy Wolf's twin iris.

"Very well then, Greedy Wolf." Yumeng nodded. "But I will help you just this once. I do not wish to see your demise, nor do I wish to see you tread down this dark path."

to live. That's all. That's all I wish

if he had aged ten years in an instant. Even his voice sounded raspy and cracked from the suffering he had gone through.

him in silence. The place Greedy Wolf was going was buried deep in the Underworld. It was abandoned, deserted, and perhaps the Demon King might not have

Wolf would not let this chance slip. Even if the Demon King were to wake up, he would not be able to stop

battle with Jiang Hing, the Demon King was no longer Greedy Wolf's

and Yumeng

There was nothing

around the two fell abruptly to the ground, as

"What is this place?"

in the past, but it has since

place, and Greedy Wolf wasn't exactly a local

answered curtly, but he didn't elaborate further. There was no need for any explanation,

that invisible line, and the sandstorm engulfed him

was as if he was protected by a glass dome, preventing the sands