A faint glow gathered in the void, condensing into small lines of text:
"The wager is established."
"This wager is a Technique born from the opponent's fundamental Divine Power. You cannot resist it, nor can you refuse it; you must carry out the contents of the wager."
"You are about to face the final test of this examination, as well as the true trial of the True Law Realm."
"If you succeed, the Master of Demon Prison will spare you."
"But if you fail—"
"Your soul will belong to the Master of the Weeping Demon Prison."
"—Starting from the most inconsequential chips to willingly offering your own soul, that is her style of conduct."
Shen Ye couldn't help but sigh.
There was no choice.
The opponent didn't play any petty tricks; they simply forced him toward the final test.
And then, they would take his soul.
Perhaps this was their style, or perhaps they were so confident that they didn't kill him right off the bat.
In any case—
He still had a single opportunity!