Treading on the Heart

Clad in the Hidden Cloak, Jiang Wang had secretly slipped back to the front mountain—and was stunned.

The Flesh-Carving Man-Demon? The Man-Demon of Ten Thousand Evils?

Zheng Third? Li Fourth?

Those two buffoons he'd hung upside down from a tree were some of the most notorious fiends among the Nine Great Demon Lords?

Heart-Devouring Demon Xiong Wen had once plunged him into the shadow of death, leaving a deep impression on him. The mere mention of the Nine Great Demon Lords had once made him blanch. He'd also kept a close eye, intentionally or otherwise, on their many atrocities.

Demons were the enemies of humanity.

The Nine Great Demon Lords were called "Human Demons," so naturally every one of them had committed countless bloody crimes. Each deserved to die a hundred times over.

And that terrifying woman called Swallow was only at the Outer Tower realm, yet she'd killed Feng Yue as easily as if she were slaughtering a chicken. She'd moved so fast that Feng Yue himself hadn't reacted in time. Jiang Wang, standing nearby, hadn't even seen clearly what had happened.

He had already come so close that he didn't dare move again. The Hidden Cloak was useless against Divine Presence experts. Though these Human Demons had not reached Divine Presence, every one of them was an absolute powerhouse in the Outer Tower realm.

When he'd moved through Xin'an City, Dong A had still detected him. He couldn't be sure whether these people would notice him.

The Ghost Mist outside the mountain had yet to disperse. He wasn't confident he could break through the Ghost Mist Formation and shake off the Human Demons pursuing him.

For now, he could only freeze where he was, suppress the turmoil in his heart, and quietly watch for an opportunity.

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