Cold sweat beaded on Sun Minjie's forehead. He tried his utmost to keep his voice arrogant.
At the very least, he could not tremble.
Otherwise, if the Demon King noticed something was wrong, he would not even know how he died.
"They're only two Ghoul Kings. Before the effects of the markings wear off, they can't hurt me..."
Sun Minjie murmured to himself, so quietly that only he could hear, trying to comfort himself.
However, just as he braced himself for their pounce, the feather pen clenched in his hand suddenly trembled and wrote words that filled him with wild joy.
"Demon King Qin's spatial sealing method has weakened due to fear arising within his emotions."
"War General Sun Minjie keenly noticed this and immediately decided to activate his Talent Abilities and retreat at top speed!"
"Although doing so would make War General Sun Minjie look exceptionally pathetic, like a defeated dog fleeing in panic with its tail tucked between its legs."
"It would also be far removed from the image of a powerful expert he had worked so hard to create, making him an easy laughingstock in the Demon Domain..."
"Enough, enough, quit spouting nonsense. Better to live poorly than die well!"
Sun Minjie cursed inwardly and focused on activating his Talent Abilities.
The eight malformed arms on his back swiftly spread open, groping through the air as though blind men feeling an elephant.
Before long, a familiar sensation reached Sun Minjie's mind.
It could work!
This time, it really was not slipping!
Once he confirmed that he could escape immediately, Sun Minjie could not be bothered to keep acting.
He promptly stopped the countdown and uttered an unbelievably punchable line:
"...Ah, sorry, I changed my mind. Thanks for the company. I had a great time today!"
As he