How had he managed to be such a coward?
Behind the thick black fog, the Crimson Demon General's eyes had gone completely red, and tears pattered down his face.
Why was that voice so hateful? Why had it exposed the little secret he had hidden for so many years?
So what if he was scared? Who could face someone as savage as the North Ridge Sacred Son and still be so blithely unconcerned?
Back then, he had only been a high-ranking member of the devil race. While stationed at the Demon King's Hall, he had personally witnessed that man heft an enormous axe and cleave an entire branch hall of the Demon King's Hall in two.
That axe strike had nearly killed him! Even the Demon King's Hall, with its legacy spanning tens of thousands of years, had failed to withstand it and lost a corner. What chance had his puny body stood?
There was a reason he normally never showed his face. What if he suddenly ran into the North Ridge Sacred Son in some obscure nook or cranny? What if the North Ridge Sacred Son suddenly took a dislike to him and came after his Demon General's residence with an axe?
How was that cowardice? A true hero knew which way the wind blew!
Only a tiny handful of people knew about the things Lan Yue described, and most of them were powerful figures from the various regions.
The Grand Elder, for instance, or the Insect Shaman, or the Second Elder...
But everyone else knew nothing about it, especially the competing cultivators fighting the low- and mid-ranking members of the devil race, along with the soldiers.
To them, every Demon General seemed imposing and majestic, impossible to defeat no matter what they tried.
After all, the devil race