Three years had passed.
It had been a full three years since he had been transported to the Demon Domain by a light gauze curtain, encountered Goblin, and killed the demon prince Sargeras.
Over those three years, Lu Li had kept his head down and developed quietly.
He had steadfastly followed Demon King Hangenor, serving him diligently in every capacity.
Over time, he naturally came to understand the temperament of this unfamiliar Demon King.
Compared to Qin's deep suspicion, Hangenor was far more "simple."
His sharp remarks just now, as well as his failure to realize Lu Li's subtle retort, were the best proof of that.
If he had to put it in terms of an analogy, then Qin, a Demon King outstanding in every respect and well-rounded in his development, would be considered a "mechanics monster."
Hangenor, on the other hand, was a complete and utter "stats monster."
Schemes, cunning, foresight and strategy, combat techniques, the art of communication...
Even the most basic skill a Demon King ought to possess—the ability to control subordinates—
Hangenor had none of it!
The only reason he had become a Demon King was because he was strong!
It would take someone else a hundred punches to kill a Sky-Roaming Leviathan.
If Hangenor did it, one punch might be enough.
Not only that, Hangenor's physical strength far surpassed that of ordinary archdemons.
Lu Li had yet to figure out the exact reason, but he could confirm that it was probably related to the ruins of a god.
After all, Hangenor was usually carefree and utterly unguarded in every other regard, yet he remained tight-lipped about how he had become so powerful.
If Lu Li had not established Li Yun's identity early on as an archdemon who had survived from Dimius's era, and then gone