As Ye Han looked at the pitch-black bird Demon Beast, his gaze grew grave. Its eyes were filled with intelligence. It did not look like an ordinary Demon Beast...
Damn it, it might be some Demon King's spy!
Should I kill it?
But after Ye Han had taken only a few looks, the black bird Demon Beast suddenly beat its wings, turned around, and flew away, vanishing into the night.
Tsk! It got away too fast.
Ye Han's expression darkened.
Seeing his ugly expression, Qin Jiuzhen immediately asked, "Fellow Daoist Ye, what's wrong?"
Ye Han said gravely, "We're in trouble! A Demon King has probably set its sights on us."
At this, Qin Jiuzhen's expression darkened as well, and he could not help saying, "Fellow Daoist Ye, why don't we give up on going to Boundless Mountain?"
Indeed, along the way, they had not only encountered the Demon Race but also been hunted by a Demon King. He truly regretted it now. He should never have come to Northern Li. He had truly overestimated himself. With his meager cultivation, coming to Northern Li meant going in and never coming back.
Now he was beginning to beat the drums of retreat. After all, the situation had already gone completely beyond his expectations. If a Demon King really had discovered them, he would drag Ye Han into danger as well. They might as well simply give up.
Although he was destined not to live much longer, with his various methods, he could at least live another eight or ten years...
Better a miserable life than a glorious death.
Hearing his words, Ye Han clapped him on the shoulder and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Do you think we can avoid those dangers by turning back? We Cultivators have always fought against heaven and