You, Baili Wuji, Almost Killed by a Deserter

Ryan suddenly appeared beside Black out of nowhere.

Reaching out to rest a hand on Black's shoulder, he stopped Black from burning his demonic blood.

My young master being able to accompany you as you grow is the happiest thing in this lifetime of mine. My young master Black has a soft heart, but that also makes it far too easy for you to trust others. In the future, you must be sure to pay extra attention and not let yourself be tricked by people.

From this day onward, Ryan cannot continue to guard young master, but Ryan believes that young master will certainly become the pride of the Demon Race and an peerless powerhouse renowned throughout the Divine Realm.

Uncle Ryan!

Black's eyes split with fury.

The tone in which Ryan spoke at this moment was just like giving his final words, making Black's internal bad premonition grow increasingly heavy.

The next second.

Black's premonition came true.

A massive force violently acted upon him, sending Black flying abruptly as his body uncontrollably soared off into the distance.

Even though Black tried his utmost with all his might to stop this forced flight and return to Uncle Ryan's side, he could do nothing of the sort.

He could only watch helplessly as Uncle Ryan took off his hood, discarded his black robe, and revealed his emaciated, aged body. After giving him a gentle smile one last time, he suddenly turned and lunged toward Baili Wuji.

Boom—

A mushroom cloud rose into the air.

That was the self-detonation of an Eighth Order Demon Race.

Uncle Ryan!

Black stared at that high-rising mushroom cloud, tears streaming down his face.

I will definitely avenge you!

*Baili Wuji, as well as Su Ye, and everyone on Qiong Island—I want to make them all pay