"Hmm?!"
Xia Ping was walking through the base when he blinked and immediately noticed that after several months of secluded cultivation, the atmosphere throughout the entire base seemed to have changed.
Originally, he had merely been an insignificant little demon, an unknown nobody in the base. But ever since the name of the Doom Demon had spread, he had suddenly become a famous figure.
Every demon that saw him fled as though avoiding the plague. Wherever he went, it was like a hurricane had swept through, frightening countless demons into scrambling away in panic.
He had originally come to the base's trading market to see what treasures these demons were trading. Yet the moment he arrived, he saw quite a few demons preparing to pack up their stalls.
"Damn, the Doom Demon is here."
"What the hell? Why would this harbinger of doom come here? Who doesn't know it's a god of pestilence? Whoever runs into it gets cursed with bad luck."
"Today is rotten luck from top to bottom. Why did I decide to set up a stall today? With this bastard showing up, today's work has all been for nothing."
"Run, hurry and run! Wasting a day is better than getting killed! Even Invincible Realm demons can't withstand this guy's Doom Power. If little shrimps like us dare get close, we'll probably be dead in an instant."
The many demons cried out in terror. Moving with astonishing speed, they hurriedly gathered up the goods from their stalls, ready to flee this marketplace at once.
They did not want to remain in the same place as the Doom Demon for even a moment longer.
Yet as Xia Ping watched these demons trying to escape, an urge suddenly rose from the depths of his heart to keep every last one