What the hell do you mean, "as black as you"?!
Lan Yue kicked straight at him. A pair of miniature wings suddenly appeared on her back, and she rapidly fluttered them, flying out the door.
The Sixth Highness followed her. He wanted to see just what this little black ball's friend looked like.
Yet even after circling the entire Demon King's Hall, Lan Yue found no trace of the female lead. She was so frantic she nearly grabbed the Sixth Highness behind her and set about digging three feet into the ground.
Fortunately, the system reminded her that it had located the female lead. Only then did Lan Yue breathe a sigh of relief and hurry toward her.
She fluttered with all her might, her little wings nearly turning her into a streak of lightning.
The Sixth Highness behind her could barely keep up. He had to ride the Demon Sword to follow her.
In other corners of the Demon King's Hall, quite a few members of the Devil Race were watching the Sixth Highness.
Some had intended to strike from the shadows, but the Sixth Highness looked so leisurely, as though he were not in the Demon King's Hall at all, but on vacation somewhere with beautiful scenery.
That attitude left them uncertain again. They figured that if the Sixth Highness dared to come out while Demon King Jiang was injured, he must have something to rely on.
And so those minions itching to act withdrew their power and erased the auras they had released earlier.
The Demon Kings, in particular, grew thoughtful. Could Demon King Jiang's injuries be less severe than they seemed? Was he merely putting on a show for them, hoping to lure them into taking the bait?
It was not impossible. A hundred years ago,