Lanchi's footsteps drifted like a gentle breeze, his figure blurred in the dim corridor light, as if he were an envoy emerging from the pitch-black end of the corridor.
Unlike the vast majority of demon students, all the demonic features on Lanchi's body were white. He looked elegant and harmless, like a special demon specializing in healing or support.
However, in the eyes of Bachelle, the lucky demon student caught by Lanchi and Hughberlian, this pure-white radiance in Purgatory was nothing but endlessly eerie and incongruous.
Because as a victim, Bachelle knew all too well what crazy and wicked things this white demon had done in the examination hall!
"Why did you run?"
Lanchi stood beside the demon student Bachelle. His kind voice was like a breeze gently sweeping across a lake, yet it carried a certain unshakable solemnity.
You still have the nerve to ask me?
The instant Bachelle heard Lanchi's question, sparks of anger flashed uncontrollably in his eyes, and his teeth made a faint grinding sound from clenching them too tightly!
If not for this bastard, he could have spent two hours safely taking an exam and obtained at least one Credit Coin!
But now, he had to stay in this perilous corridor, where he could face the threat of death at any moment.
Yet the anger that had just begun surging in Bachelle's heart was instantly snuffed out by fear and his will to survive.
If he wanted to stay alive, then no matter how much backbone he had, as merely a Tier 2, he absolutely could not provoke the two things before him.
This clarity of mind and will to survive were precisely why he had lived until now—and had even managed to escape from under the eyes of two Demon Examiners.
"Without Credit Coins,