"What should I do?"
Han Yi's mind was filled with a looming sense of death, making him shudder all over. Even the disguised demonic energy emitted with his Disguise Technique started to dissipate slightly.
The Heavenly Demon who had noticed him earlier sneered, saying:
"Coward."
"What's there to fear?"
"Master Demon God had promised us that the Demon Country will rise, and we, the Heavenly Demons, will be able to raise bloodsuckers and enjoy the countless spoils."
"For such a great opportunity, taking a little risk and expending some energy is natural."
"Hehe, I noticed you just now. You're a scaredy-cat that planned to sneak away, right? It's not going to happen; I have my eyes on you."
Han Yi looked at this self-talking Heavenly Demon and bitterly laughed in his heart. What kind of situation was he caught up in—being on the watch list of a Heavenly Demon King?
It was such bad luck.
