The Corpse Demon Elder froze for a moment. He had never expected the other man to let him leave so easily. To someone of the demonic path like him, it was almost unimaginable.
Hong Yuan frowned. "Why are you still here?"
The Corpse Demon Elder shuddered, snapping to attention. "This lowly one takes his leave!"
As he spoke, he stole a cautious glance at Hong Yuan, then swept backward with his body bowed. In an instant, he was several miles away. Only then did he turn and vanish into the rolling clouds and mist.
The instant he turned, the Corpse Demon Elder's heart leaped into his throat. His energy gathered throughout his body, ready to erupt in a desperate, life-or-death strike.
A cat toying with a mouse, striking just as the mouse believed it had escaped certain death, savoring its look of despair-he had played that game himself. How could he possibly lower his guard?
But the Corpse Demon Elder was simply inventing drama for himself. Hong Yuan could not even be bothered to spare him another glance. Instead, he waved at Woodcutter, Leng Ningshuang, and the others. "You may withdraw as well!"
"Yes!"
Before their voices faded, Yan Tianlie, the Master of Heaven-Burning Valley, burst into unrestrained laughter from within the waterfall of flowing fire. His booming voice shook the heavens, and the hanging waterfall of mingled fire and water twisted under an invisible force.
Whoosh!
Yan Tianlie opened his mouth and inhaled like a great whale swallowing the sea. He gulped down the entire waterfall of fire and water, his chest and belly rapidly swelling like an enormous balloon.
"Burp!" Yan Tianlie belched as though he had just enjoyed a hearty meal, then pressed a large hand against his belly.
Bubble, bubble!
His stomach sounded like boiling water,