Qin Hao stood in midair, his expression unreadable.
"Boy, those who enter the Demon-Suppressing Pool through the Immortal-Demon Scroll usually meet a dead end. No one can escape the Blood Demon's control. But if you submit to me, I can guarantee you won't die."
Seeing Qin Hao remain silent, Xu Zhongjie grew even more certain of his suspicions. He sneered again. "I'll give you one last chance. Otherwise, forget about reaching the Immortal-Demon Altar. This place will be your grave."
"My grave?" Qin Hao did not understand what Xu Zhongjie meant by the Immortal-Demon Scroll and the Immortal-Demon Altar, but one thing was certain.
He would never submit to Xu Zhongjie.
Not just Xu Zhongjie—Qin Hao would never bow to anyone.
"Your fourth-order Vajra domain alone probably isn't enough."
Qin Hao spoke calmly.
"Fool. I already told you that you entered through the Immortal-Demon Scroll. That means I came in response to a summons."
Xu Zhongjie suddenly burst into wild laughter. At the same time, wisps of black qi slowly emerged from his body.
The black qi was as dark as ink, yet Qin Hao knew it all too well.
As he stared at the black qi surrounding Xu Zhongjie, Qin Hao could not help feeling shocked.
Not only Qin Hao, but Fang Lang and the Cloudwing Beast also looked horrified.
Only Mu Mingxuan, the White-Robed Woman, and the others remained completely unmoved, as though they had known all along.
"Demonic qi!"
Qin Hao's expression grew graver.
"Xu Zhongjie has demonic qi! He's a member of the Devil Race!"
Fang Lang blurted out.
"Chirp, chirp!"
The Cloudwing Beast shrieked, bracing to face a formidable enemy.
Qin Hao narrowed his eyes slightly.
Xu Zhongjie had come in response to a summons.
According to him, however, Qin Hao had entered through the