That time in Holbich City had been the closest Zhang Tie had ever come to that Devil Marshal. He had almost been unable to resist flying into the Devil Race legion's camp to see what the Devil Marshal looked like. In the end, though, Zhang Tie cast the thought aside. After gaining knight consciousness, he understood very clearly just how powerful a knight's senses could be. He did not want to take that risk—and that Devil Marshal did not seem to be an ordinary knight either. So Zhang Tie did not risk it.
Risking his life just to glimpse someone was far too steep a price to pay. It was simply too foolish.
Although the death of a Soul-Possessing Beast Control avatar would not directly kill him, according to the Great Wilderness Scripture, an avatar's death would still inflict enormous damage upon the true body. In severe cases, it could even turn the true body into a vegetable. That trade was not worth it. After weighing it over, Zhang Tie decided that it was enough to know that the Devil Marshal was a powerful member of the Devil Race. As for everything else, if he had the chance to see him, he naturally would; if he did not, it was no great matter. Even if they never met for the rest of his life, Zhang Tie would not lose a single hair.
Compared to the Devil Marshal, it was better to pursue something "closer to life"—such as honestly figuring out how to kill those three scum from the Sainer Family. That would be truly worthwhile, and make every inch of him feel refreshed. Yet whenever the Sener Family came up, Zhang Tie became incomparably frustrated. These days, Bati and Hulse were almost always within the demonized puppet army, constantly under