"The friend who led you astray... that was you, wasn't it?"
Li Cheng was at a loss for words. The middle-aged man had flown a hundred miles in the blink of an eye, and it was too late to intercept him, so he had no choice but to communicate through transmission.
Just turning around was enough to lose your way?
Upon hearing Li Cheng's transmission, the middle-aged man hurriedly stopped, saying awkwardly, "My lord, I didn't mean to conceal anything, it's just that this is a bit embarrassing."
"Is it any less embarrassing now? You've charged into the Demon Race's camp," Li Cheng said with a smile.
The middle-aged man was taken aback and only then realized that the area below was indeed where the Demon Race's secret sentries were located. Clearly, he had run in the wrong direction again!
But it was already too late. A powerful late-stage Heaven God warrior from the Demon Race soared into the sky, holding a war saber and slashing viciously at the middle-aged man.
