The old man of the underworld fell silent, and something flickered slightly in the depths of his deep blue eyes.

“Initially, it was once every ten years.”

The old man’s voice was so soft it was almost inaudible, “Later it was five years, three years, one year… and now, it’s irregular, every few days a sacrifice is needed.”

The old man of the underworld was quite helpless, as the sacrifices had become more and more frequent lately.

“It is getting stronger and stronger. Each sacrifice accelerates its recovery, which is why the sacrifice time is getting shorter and shorter.”

“Continuing to offer sacrifices will only lead to death.”

Chen Ping’s voice was clear and calm, “Instead of watching it slowly recover and then devour the entire Netherworld Abyss, it’s better to take the initiative before it fully recovers.”