The black-robed man, Ao Qing, and Xie Chen quickly spread out, surrounding Lin Bai in a triangular formation.
The black-robed man's expression was gloomy, his face solemn.
He had already been somewhat famous among the younger generation of the Demon Race, and after spending many years in constant combat, he was especially experienced.
Ever since he saw Lin Bai arrive, he had been extremely wary of him.
He knew very well that a man of great fame was never without ability.
Especially in a place like the Devil Realm and the Nine Underworlds Demon Palace, a vast dye vat where prodigies gathered. Any martial artist who could fight their way out of such a place was definitely no simple character.
Putting aside how Lin Bai had become the Devil Palace Imperial Son, the fact that he could still sit securely in that position was already remarkable.
That required more than extraordinary talent. Connections, background, skill, and countless other conditions were all indispensable.
The black-robed youth's expression was solemn, but he noticed that the Dragon Crown Prince, Ao Qing, was staring at Lin Bai with arrogant disdain. He immediately transmitted irritably:
"Be careful."
"Lin Bai, the Imperial Son, isn't that easy to deal with!"
His transmission included Ao Qing and Xie Chen. The black-robed youth was reminding both of them at once.
Xie Chen's expression was solemn as he pondered how he could secretly aid Lin Bai in the battle to come.
He did not dare transmit to Lin Bai rashly, because he knew that the black-robed youth beside him from the Demon Bat Clan was extremely proficient in probing hidden secrets and the Divine Sense Technique.
He worried that transmitting rashly would not only fail to help Lin Bai but also expose the relationship between them.
Hearing the black-robed youth's