As Wei Feng flew into a rage, the black shadow lurking within the shadow beneath his feet flickered its gaze as well.
Sending Wei Feng over to make a move had never been out of kindness, to help him resolve his inner demon. It had merely been to have him stall for time. Deep down, it did not believe Wei Feng could "kill" Li Su.
The possibility was extremely low.
If the other man could be killed so easily, today's setup would never have come to be.
So it was very curious.
What exactly had this human cultivator, who had clearly cultivated for only a short time—according to the information obtained from Wei Feng, not even ten years—done to draw the attention of the demons? To the point that the Demon King had personally issued an order, altering the original plan at any cost and mobilizing no fewer than three Dao Mastery Realm commanders to intercept and kill him.
At present, the demons in the Central Plains were in fact still quite well-behaved. Ninety-nine percent of them remained in hiding and had not revealed themselves on a large scale.
Otherwise, the Central Plains could not possibly look as they did now. They would long since have become like the lands outside, with demonic aura soaring into the heavens.
Of the four continents, apart from the Southern Jambu Continent, humanity had now utterly fallen everywhere else. Kingdom after kingdom had become the vegetable gardens of Demon Kings, harvested in waves every so often.
Only here in the Central Plains did the Heavenly Dao keep its gaze fixed at all times. Once a problem arose, it would trigger a chain reaction and produce an exceptionally violent response. The demon side had already tested this. Several hundred years ago, they had attacked and