Christine

Yin Ming: "..."

If you want a fight, fight. Did you have to slander me too?

The leader of a Demon clan called someone a Demon in front of a crowd of Demons. Was he trying to pick a fight across the void?

The Ancestor of Quasits, Yaga-Tel, was a dead man!

Behind every Second Ring Demon lord stood a Fourth Ring Demon King.

Their vessels prevented them from wielding Fourth Ring domain power.

But they possessed Third Ring power at the very least. With more than a dozen Third Ring Demon King projections surrounding a Quasit at the peak of the Third Ring who commanded a Pseudo-Domain, the outcome had been decided from the start.

"Tsk, tsk..."

Yin Ming clicked his tongue and slowly retreated behind the other Demons.

The attacks Yaga-Tel was suffering now should have fallen on Yin Ming.

But as a clan's Bloodline Progenitor, taking the blame for his descendants was only right.

Watching Yaga-Tel flee desperately through the Abyssal Mist, Yin Ming decided, in the spirit of humanitarianism, not to pursue the slander.

"Huh..."

Yin Ming gave a surprised grunt.

He suddenly realized that he was not the only Second Ring Demon lord shirking the fight.

Another Demon had fled the battlefield too.

Locke shifted uncomfortably under Yin Ming's scrutiny. "Don't look at me like that. Romance and I serve the same Demon King. I don't have any of his tricks up my sleeve, so what fool would try to fight someone a ring above him?"

Fair enough!

Of all the Demon King projections that had appeared behind the Demon lords, Yin Ming recognized only the one behind Romance, the War Demon.

Christine, the Mirror Demon.

Of all the Demons Yin Ming had seen, Christine looked the most human.

With blond curls, fair skin, and