Chapter 1110 Helpless

Bitsheng, who had just asked the question, was frightened by Im's roar. Like a frightened rabbit, his expression became extremely panicked in an instant, and he quickly lowered his head, as if he wanted to hide himself completely and avoid looking into Im's sharp gaze.

At this moment, everyone else in the room was like they were under a spell. They were all silent and terrified, not even daring to breathe, for fear that the slightest mistake would bring down Im's wrath.

After a short silence, Yimu's eagle-like sharp eyes slowly turned to Saint Satan beside him. He had no expression on his face, but the coldness in his eyes made people shudder: "The restoration of the King of Heaven is in your charge. If this thing fails, then you are ready to become the fuel of the King of Heaven!"

Saint Satan, who had been keeping his head down, trembled violently when he heard the order. His already tense nerves almost broke. He widened his eyes with disbelief on his face, but soon the shock was replaced by deep fear. Because he knew very well that facing Yim's order, he had no room to resist or refuse. So, despite his unwillingness and panic, Saint Satan gritted his teeth and nodded with all his strength to accept this difficult and dangerous task: "Yes...Yes!"

After seeing Saint Satan agree, Yim closed his eyes with an annoyed look, as if he didn't want to look at these people any more. From his frowning brows and slightly trembling hands, it can be seen that he is in a very bad mood. After a long while, he waved his hand impatiently and said, "Everyone, leave. I need to have a good rest."

With Im's permission, everyone stood up as if they had been pardoned, and walked towards the door as fast as possible. Everyone's footsteps were so hurried, as if staying for one more second would be a matter of life and death. With a burst of hurried footsteps, the door was heavily closed.

The people standing outside the door breathed a sigh of relief, and the tense and oppressive atmosphere finally dissipated a little. However, Saint Satan's face was still frighteningly pale, and beads of sweat kept rolling down his forehead. He stared blankly at the closed door, thinking about how to complete this almost impossible task next.

At this moment, Mazi, who had been standing by and observing silently, finally couldn't hold back his inner impulse, took a step forward, and slowly began to persuade: "Hey, you should be more open-minded, maybe things will turn around, what if you can really successfully repair it?"

However, after hearing this, Saint Satan seemed to be ignited with anger. He glared at Saint Maz fiercely and retorted unhappily: "Hmph! So many years have passed. If it was so easy to fix, would I have waited until now?" As he spoke, he shook his head helplessly, his face full of frustration and loss.

Then, Saint Satan let out another long sigh and continued, "The sophistication of this Heavenly King is far beyond your imagination. It is simply seamless and impeccable! Faced with such a complex structure, I simply can't find a place to start. I have no idea where to start repairing it." At this point, Saint Satan couldn't help but feel a deep sense of powerlessness rising in his heart, as if the whole world was against him.