Demon Race, What Did You Do?

"Zhu Zhong, what do you mean by following us around?"

Millennium Group, Fifth Trial.

Ao'e looked extremely displeased. Savage light flickered in his huge crocodilian eyes, and he was furious.

The relationship between the Xia Kingdom and the demon race had indeed reached an unprecedented point of hostility. It would not have been surprising if they started fighting the very next second.

But did Zhu Zhong have to keep staring at him like he had nothing better to do?

If they were going to fight, then fight. Ao'e had already prepared himself for that. Yet after entering the Fifth Trial, Zhu Zhong had merely stood there silently watching him, watching him without end.

At the Divine Power Realm, one's senses were extremely sharp. Even if someone was watching from a hundred miles away, they could feel it.

Let alone Zhu Zhong practically staring him in the face.

Several times, Ao'e had truly been unable to bear it any longer. The main thing was that this bastard not only stared at him, but occasionally sent killing intent his way for no reason.

Unable to endure it any further, Ao'e directly charged over with the demons, determined to fight Zhu Zhong to the death here and now. The crocodile race was bloodthirsty by nature and did not much like using their brains. Though Ao'e was one of the rare ones who did like to think, he had been angered out of his mind.

It was sheer torture for a demon.

Yet Zhu Zhong did not say a word. He took his team and ran, running so fast that they vanished in the blink of an eye.

Ao'e did not pursue them. After all, his purpose in entering the Mystic Yellow Tower was not to wage war against the Xia Kingdom. He was