Hearing Ye Han's words, the Blood Demon's remnant soul, which had been attacking furiously, raged, "A slippery fellow like you wants to work with me? Trying to hoodwink me? Dream on!"
Despite those words, the Blood Demon's remnant soul's frenzied attacks on Ye Han-the blade-rays of blood soul flames it unleashed-grew considerably weaker. Clearly, it was tempted...
It knew that Ye Han had been driven into this place with nowhere left to turn. Cultivators cornered like that invariably wanted to keep living, and to survive, a cultivator would do anything-even serve as a tiger's accomplice, pledge loyalty to evil demons, or sell their divine soul...
Sensing that the Blood Demon's remnant soul was tempted, Ye Han continued, "Fellow Daoist! I'm sure you know that those pursuing me aren't the real issue. The real issue is the powerful existence behind them!"
After exchanging a few more words with the Blood Demon's remnant soul, Ye Han grew increasingly fluent in the local language. He continued, "To be honest, Fellow Daoist, I only barged in here because I had nowhere else to go. The Immortal Race's Immortal King is the one behind all this. Do you think you can withstand an Immortal King's attack?"
After a pause, Ye Han continued solemnly, "If I were you, Fellow Daoist, I wouldn't waste time trying to eliminate someone as insignificant a threat as me. I'd find somewhere to hide first."
Although the Blood Demon's remnant soul said nothing, its attacks had stopped at some point.
Clearly, Ye Han had swayed it.
Silence hung over the scene for a while.
The Blood Demon's remnant soul scoffed. "Do I need you to tell me that? I already moved somewhere else!"
Then it burst into curses. "I'm merely an Immortal King! If I still had my cultivation, why would