Hong Feng was trembling.
Ever since receiving his boss's secret mission, he had spent the past three days waiting at the gates of Changle City for the "distinguished guests" arriving from afar. According to his boss, as long as Hong Feng escorted them to Shu Road Mountain, the mountain's history would come to a complete end, and the Three Great Protectors would cease to exist.
When Hong Feng received the mission, his blood had immediately begun to boil. He felt that the humiliation and endurance he had borne for so many years were finally about to bear fruit.
Like most Demonic Messengers, Hong Feng had once roamed the mountains and wilds like an evil ghost, muddling through each day without knowing what he was doing.
In outsiders' eyes, Demonic Messengers were all tyrannical, lawless brutes who ought to live carefree lives every day. In reality, most Demonic Messengers were a bunch of oddballs who could never feel at ease. Even if they had money, they did not dare enter a tavern or restaurant. After all, when every person in the establishment was wrapped in a malicious red glow, how could they dare eat the food those people had prepared? Even if it was not poisoned, they would scare themselves into thinking their stomachs hurt. The moment they wanted to take a dump, they would suspect that someone had poisoned them, then slaughter everyone in sight.
It was rather ironic. Most people fell into the demonic path because they wanted to rise above others, but after truly becoming Demonic Messengers, they did not dare stay in crowded places at all. Only in uninhabited wilderness could they feel safe.
It was said that ninety percent of Demonic Messengers did not live past ten years, while ninety-nine percent met an untimely end. Hong