"I'm not Chen Chen. How about you guys be kind and let me off?"
Surrounded by a group of demons, Zhang Ji removed his mask, which Xiao Wuyou had given to him back then. He never thought that it would come in handy now.
The demons almost died of anger, especially a few Demon Emperors who were overwhelmed with fury.
If this impersonator of Chen Chen hadn't appeared and fled so quickly, they wouldn't have fallen for such a childish trick.
Now they could no longer find Chen Chen, because they were certain that he must have gone far.
At the thought of this, they became more and more determined.
'We can't let this punk die so easily! We must torture him in the most brutal means possible!'
Despite being glowered at by the demons, Zhang Ji remained fearless; he seemed to be ready to die.
After spending some time in the Seven Lethal Diabolism sect, he had grown very much.
