He knew his body's condition all too well. Heaven and Earth Spiritual Energy was rampaging through him.
It had already ground his organs, meridians, and blood vessels to dust. The only reason he looked younger now was the last flare of a dying flame.
"Run, Jiaojiao! You're the Devil Race's only hope of rising again. You must protect yourself!"
The young-looking Meng Changhai seemed to sense the end awaiting him. His hoarse, low voice did not match his face at all.
"Grandpa, it's too late!"
Meng Jiaojiao watched the young man stroll toward her, a look uglier than tears crossing her face.
She had come out with her grandfather intending to use the faint bond between their minds to find her sister's killer.
Once they had avenged her sister, she would return to the Devil Race and inherit the position of Saintess her sister had left behind.
She had never imagined they would find the killer so easily, only to discover that neither she nor her grandfather could avenge her sister.
Instead, they were fools who had delivered themselves to the killer's door, waiting for him to tear out the weeds by the roots.
Thud!
Before she could think further, the young man's steady approach filled Meng Jiaojiao with terror. Her legs gave way, and she dropped straight to her knees.
Then her proud head seemed to move beyond her control, knocking against the ground again and again in the young man's direction.
"Lord Luo, I know I was wrong. Please spare my life. I'll gladly be your servant!"
As if to prove her sincerity, she raised her head, wiped the tears from her eyes, and gave him an alluring smile.
Meng Jiaojiao did not see Luo Yi's reaction. Beside her, however, City Lord Zhao Muchen of Demon Suppression Pass