"Kill the young one, and the old one comes along. I wonder if an even older one will show up after I kill this one!"
Through his divine sense, Luo Yi clearly saw the three figures standing in the sky and could not help grumbling to himself.
But he dismissed the thought almost as soon as it arose.
After all, Meng Changhai, the Devil Race's chief, had already reached Dao Integration. Even if the Devil Race had other experts in the Combining Dao Realm, they would be no stronger than him.
Otherwise, if the Devil Race had anyone more powerful, why would they have needed to ally with those beasts from the Ten Thousand Demon Lair?
Having worked that out, Luo Yi flickered and appeared before the stunned Meng Changhai.
"Old man, you threatened the lives of everyone in Demon Suppression Pass just to find me."
"Now I've come forward on my own. Go on, tell me what you plan to do."
"I..."
Hearing the young man's arrogant words and looking at his youthful face, Meng Changhai stammered "I" for ages without managing another word.
If the man before him had been a wrinkled old ghost like himself, Meng Changhai would have been confident he could put up a fight using the peculiar strengths of the Devil Race's Cultivation Techniques.
But this young man was far too young. If he was not a reckless fool without a brain in his head, then he had to be a peerless genius rarely seen in this world.
Yet even among the vast numbers of the Human Race, such geniuses could be counted on one's fingers.
Meng Changhai knew of no young talent like the man before him.
And that only made him less certain of the young man's identity.
Compared with the young