Yang Hu stared straight at Lin Jun, a hint of madness appearing in his eyes.
Indeed, the four demons had originally thought this was merely a short-term mission. It was only the lower realm, after all, and they were confident that no one could harm them.
But no one had expected that madwoman Ling Zhi to have another trick up her sleeve. Even in death, she had to drag them down with her. Over so many years, the demons in the Inner Abode had died and died again. Aside from old relics like them, they were no longer the batch of demons who had come down from Heaven Beyond Heaven.
Now their final days were drawing near. If they could not gamble on this last chance, how could they resign themselves to dying of old age like this?
Lin Jun looked at the resolute expression in Yang Hu's eyes and nodded lightly.
"Fine."
It was not his property anyway. He was not even a demon; it was only a promise.
"Then I thank Brother Ling on behalf of my brothers."
Yang Hu seemed to have suddenly calmed down, yet the madness in his eyes had not diminished in the slightest. Instead, it grew even more deranged.
"However, Brother Ling, this concerns the lives and deaths of several of us. We must be more cautious. I hope Brother Ling will cooperate with us next."
Lin Jun silently mobilized the energy throughout his body. The surrounding sea of blood seemed to churn even more violently. In the distance, a vacant gaze watched Lin Jun.
"What do you want to do?"
"Very simple."
Yang Hu gave a low laugh, as though everything were firmly in his grasp.
"To be honest, I muddleheadedly broke through to Demon Venerable in my early years. I did