Ye felt somewhat depressed.
When this Trickster Demon appeared, he had been lying on a black rock after eating and drinking his fill, basking in the warmth of the lava fire.
Then he saw the fellow strutting over with the proud gait of a runway model.
Coming was one thing, but who would have thought it would turn into a human?
Then it reacted in that bizarre way.
Damn!
Are you here to court death?
The moment the Trickster Demon cried out, every demon attacked it.
Only then did the Trickster Demon realize the problem.
Damn it, I turned into a human.
To demons, humans were their greatest enemies—so even atop black rocks where attacks were forbidden, they could still strike.
The dim-witted demons could not wrap their heads around such a turn; the moment they saw a human, they killed.
The Trickster Demon knew things were bad, but fortunately, it still had a way out.
There were plenty of other demons here. At once, it transformed into the Mud Demon that Blade-Bone Demons found most tempting—most demons had no need to reproduce, and cross-species mating came not from reproductive needs, but from boredom.
Blade-Bone Demons liked Mud Demons because they were among the few demons capable of enduring the tearing of their razor-sharp blades.
But even transforming into one was useless.
Ye said lazily, "Get out!"
He patted the massive black boulder, and the Trickster Demon was directly expelled from it.
The Trickster Demon was stunned: this fellow could actually force it off? These were rules laid down by the great Dark Extinction Emperor. Other than the Dark Extinction Emperor, no one could employ any coercive means under his rules.
This fellow had to be the target it was looking for.
Unfortunately, there was no reasoning with those ordinary