Jia Xiu had now confirmed one thing: the Devil Race was not as cold-blooded, cruel, and emotionless as described.
At the very least, Baimon was not.
Judging by how a little provocation had driven him completely mad, cold-bloodedness and cruelty aside, this Devil Archduke's emotions were certainly quite abundant.
It was not that Jia Xiu particularly wanted to rub salt into this Devil's wounds by dragging out his dead wife and child to mock them. He had no grudge or resentment toward Becky's eldest sister either. Aside from the rather outrageous matter of marrying a Devil, there was nothing wrong with her otherwise.
The reason he had provoked Baimon was mainly based on two considerations.
First, the data-sampling spell he used worked better when the target's emotions were stirred up. The paper speculated that this was related to the Devil Race's trait of growing stronger the angrier they became. When emotionally agitated, a Devil Race member's metabolic speed and neural excitement would both greatly increase, making its traits more apparent during data sampling than in a calm state.
Second, Jia Xiu instinctively felt that this Baimon seemed to be considering running away. When he had seen Baimon's handsome yet effeminate face through the rift, something about his expression had seemed off.
He had looked like he was thinking.
Revenge was the one thing that could not stand too much thinking. Think too much, and one would start making long-term plans; take it one step further, and one might give up altogether.
Perhaps the pressure of the Radiant Knight right in his face had been too overwhelming, making Baimon develop thoughts of retreat.
That would not do.
What if Baimon simply withdrew, left the Northern Wasteland, and retreated all the way back to Hell? How would they kill him then?
Thus,