He Was Definitely Going into Black Scale-Guaranteed!

"Dammit, this is so fucking suffocating!!!"

After Shen Lin and Tu Nan's battle, the space had become extremely cramped.

Even a dozen or so Demon Race Saints felt cramped squeezed in here.

Every one of them was a Demon Race cultivator in the Saint Realm. In the past, out on the Chaos Sea, as long as they avoided places where large numbers of cultivators gathered, which of them hadn't run wild and done whatever they pleased?

But ever since they had arrived at Flowing Wave Island, they had first been suppressed by Tu Nan.

That fellow had a violent temper and didn't regard them as members of the same race at all.

At the beginning, one Demon Race Saint had been dissatisfied with Tu Nan's style and deliberately provoked him.

Then Tu Nan had twisted his head off.

With such a vicious man around, these Demon Race cultivators could only lower their heads and behave like obedient little lambs.

They didn't even dare meet his eyes, afraid that they might provoke his displeasure and have their heads twisted off to be used as chamber pots.

Immediately afterward, Sky Lizard Demon Venerable had treated them as miners and ordered them around, personally teaching them how to dig.

A group of Saint Realm cultivators had actually been forced to work in mines where no sunlight reached, restraining their spiritual power and relying on their physical bodies to dig tunnels.

That was already suffocating enough.

But now, they had been driven by some unknown fellow to hide here like rats in a gutter.

When had a bunch of Demon Race killing machines, capable of massacring continents without blinking, ever suffered such humiliation?

Unfortunately, the situation they faced meant that even when enraged, all they could do was be enraged for a moment.

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