A Devil Race Supreme Master on the Verge of Tears
No!
I don't want to!
I don't want to die!
Only now realizing his life was in danger, Fan Yaotian finally panicked.
Whoosh!
In the next moment, Fan Yaotian's eyes widened and his mouth opened, ready to shout the words "I surrender!"
But just then, a faint ripple passed through the air, and a cold snort exploded beside Fan Yaotian's ear like a clap of thunder.
"Boy, what are you doing? Why are you dragging your feet? Why haven't you used what I gave you?"
While Fan Yaotian wore a look of panic, the Devil Race side of the viewing platform hung in the void above the battle space.
Watching this scene, Mo Yuan glanced indifferently at the Devil Race Supreme Master beside him and said flatly, "So this is the method you prepared?"
The Devil Race Supreme Master was drenched in cold sweat. From the tone of Lord Mo Yuan's voice, he could hear how furious the other man was.
Truth be told, he was also cursing Fan Yaotian up and down in his heart.
"Damn it, what is Fan Yaotian playing at? He knows how powerful Yan Yang is, so why is he using that trash to deal with him?"
"He's an idiot! Why isn't he using what I gave him?"
"Is there something wrong with his head?"
"Damn it! If I'd known, I would've picked someone reliable, even if that meant pissing off the human side!"
The Devil Race Supreme Master was extremely frustrated. He had thought that by offering a plan to kill the human Yan Yang on the arena, Lord Mo Yuan wouldn't hold him too accountable.
He had even handed Fan Yaotian one of his decent little trinkets for this very purpose.
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