In a remote corner of the Desolate Ancient Ruins.
The Demon King raised his head and looked at the human with a sword on his back not far away. His eyes flashed with hatred.
'He simply won't leave!'
For the time being, the Demon King did not plan to go against the Humans. He just wanted to recover from his injuries. Who knew, the human powerhouses were aggressive. It was not easy for him to avoid one. He did not expect to meet another one.
"Who are you? What's your relationship with that old man from the Mystic Sky Sect?" The Demon King looked cautious. If he was at his peak, he would not care about this human. Unfortunately, he had just been resurrected, and there was not much power left in his body. Any human powerhouse in the third step could chase after him and make him flee.
This person was also an existence in the third step.
