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Degrade from Nobility to a Humble Slave novel Chapter 4085

This kind of movement was not rare among Treacherous Beings.

All of them—even hostility-level and resentment-level ones—were capable of acting strangely at certain times. This habit made them difficult to control.

Manuel had come here several times to attempt to awaken the Monkey Spirit King with three wolf teeth. But after repeated failures, he had decided to give it up.

Now, however, Manuel saw an opportunity. He looked eagerly at the Eye Spirit, hoping he would be able to take out the nine remaining wolf teeth.

The Eye Spirit did not move. Four wolf teeth hovered in front of him, slowly rotating in midair, but he did not hand the rest over.

Several moments passed. Finally, Manuel became anxious at the wait. He said urgently, "Where are the nine remaining wolf teeth?"

"I can't give them to you now," the Eye Spirit replied calmly.

"Why not?" Manuel asked. His voice was very cold.

He didn't have the patience to wait any longer.

After all, the Monkey Masters considered it humiliating to ask the help of the creatures from the chaos.

"By the order of Master Sewell," answered the Eye Spirit. "He said that you must leave here before he hands over the remaining wolf teeth."

Manuel scowled. So it was Sewell.

He was one of the strongest Snake Masters in the Snake Spirit Sect.

Indeed, he had a status similar to Manuel's in the Snake Spirit Sect.

Manuel was familiar with Sewell's power and status.

"Did that snake say that?" Manuel demanded.

"I am not lying to you," said the Eye Spirit. "The fact is that I work for Master Sewell, and only he has the ability to take out the nine remaining wolf teeth."

Manuel stared grimly at the Eye Spirit and asked, "Do you have his coordinates?"

"Yes."

"Contact him and tell him I want to see him," Manuel ordered, not bothering to be polite.

The Eye Spirit was unmoved. "Master Sewell does not want to see you. That's one of the necessary conditions to wake up the Monkey Spirit King."

Although the Eye Spirit had seemed very weak before, he was acting aggressive now. Facing Manuel alone, he was stern and unyielding.

Now that he had mentioned Sewell, it was clear he had no intention of giving way.

A hint of cautious hesitation rose in Manuel's eyes.

Even if the Monkey Spirit King hadn't awakened, he was not to be trifled with.

If the Eye Spirit and his companions dared to play any tricks, they would be courting death.

With thirteen wolf teeth, the Ghost Master would be resurrected. At that point, nothing else would matter.

"Very well," said Manuel, coming to a decision. "I shall leave."

He turned and walked towards the door.

As he left, the door slammed with a bang behind him.

When Manuel had gone, silence fell over the huge space.

The Monkey Spirit King released a solemn aura, spreading an invisible mood of gloom and grimness throughout the space.

The Eye Spirit stared at the Monkey Spirit King above him. A strange golden Sanskrit word appeared in his eyeball. The glowing word spun more and more rapidly, emanating growing brightness, until it turned into a bright golden ball.

Once the golden ball had stopped spinning, it dissolved and formed itself into three cross stars. The stars were put together with the longest part of each cross star pointing in the same direction. They were pointed at Sewell's coordinates.

All of the Treacherous Beings had their own coordinates, but most of them were unaware of this. They knew that they would revive in a certain place, but they didn't know where that place would be.

Only the senior leaders of the Four Spirits Sect knew how to extract the coordinates.

They would even destroy the coordinates, which was the only effective way to kill the Treacherous Beings once and for all.

Suddenly, there was a hissing sound.

A small white snake began emerging from the coordinates.

He was Sewell.

As soon as his head was formed, Sewell stared up at the huge Monkey Spirit King, his eyes full of greed.

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