More Demonic Beasts?!
Those four heart-piercing words made Wei Zhenfang's face turn pale.
What kind of ruthless monster was this?
He had slaughtered a whole pack of Heavenly Tier Devil Race members, yet he was still clamoring for more Demonic Beasts!
This man had gone mad, hadn't he?!
He truly had never imagined that his seemingly perfect plan would be ruined in an instant, with matters developing to such a point and completely slipping beyond his control.
Those had been Heavenly Tier Demonic Beasts.
Yet they had been cleanly killed in three strokes, as easily as slaughtering chickens.
This expert before him was so ferocious—damn it, how was anyone supposed to play this game?!
You killed eight Heavenly Tier Devil Race members, and you still fucking wanted more.
Where the hell had this ruthless monster come from?!
The sudden question completely caught him off guard. Wei Zhenfang only felt his throat tighten, unable to make a sound for a moment as he stood rooted to the spot in a daze!
Seeing the Bald Old Man staring wide-eyed in a stupor, as though he had been frightened.
Yi Feng's tone became even gentler, and he revealed an amiable smile.
"Do you know where there are more Demonic Beasts?"
The question sounded again.
Wei Zhenfang suddenly shuddered, and a chill began creeping down his back.
That nearby smile looked harmless enough, yet it made him feel that Yi Feng was even more terrifying than the Devil Race. Though he clearly wore the appearance of a refined human youth, Wei Zhenfang found him somewhat chilling to behold.
He was arrogant and overbearing, forcing Wei Zhenfang's old face to burn.
Those words seemed to be saying that these Demonic Beasts were no good either.
Mere Heavenly Tier creatures, nothing more.
How fucking pretentious!
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