Hu Jinghui said, "This is indeed a secret, but there's no need to ask me. It would be pointless. If you make it out, you'll find out for yourselves. If you don't, knowing won't do you any good."
Hu Jinghui was almost absurdly frank.
"Fair enough. I suppose we should discuss a solution now."
Xu Yi smiled.
Though the Demon Race had no shortage of cunning and deceitful types, it also had its share of honest and steadfast folk. Xu Yi believed Hu Jinghui.
If they could find out once they made it out, there really was no need to dwell on it here.
Hu Jinghui said, "I don't care about your lives. I originally meant to keep one or two of your strongest and raise them as Demon Servants. But since you have spirit blood, we can avoid a fight. Hand it over, and I swear on the honor of the Demon Race that I'll let you all return safely."
As soon as Hu Jinghui finished speaking, Zeng Jian and the others' expressions changed. None of them dared look at Xu Yi.
Hu Jinghui had only made one move, but his powerful presence was plain to see—unless you were blind.
Besides, inside this Demon Palace, the home-field advantage belonged to the demons.
Though Xu Yi had trapped Hu Jinghui inside the formation with a clever trick, how long could he keep him there? A moment, perhaps, but surely not forever.
If Xu Yi could hand over the spirit blood and persuade Hu Jinghui to release them, that would be the best possible outcome.
As for whether Hu Jinghui would keep his promise after Xu Yi handed over the spirit blood, no one was worried.
The Demon Race took its oaths seriously; it was even written in the books. And