"Agreed! We accept your terms!"
A Demon Cultivator from the Abyss Sect gritted his teeth. Seeing someone take the lead, the rest of the cultivators also breathed a sigh of relief.
No one wanted to die, especially since the creed of the Demonic Dao was self-preservation above all.
"When can we teleport?" Qin Jun asked, his impatience clear in his voice as he was eager to rescue the little Torch Dragon.
"The teleportation gate is not yet complete. It will take another day," the leading Demon Cultivator said through gritted teeth.
Qin Jun narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Don't even think about playing tricks, or I will make your life a living hell!"
"Yes..."
The Demon Cultivators from the Abyss Sect swiftly resumed their work on the teleportation gate, while Qin Jun walked over to a nearby table and chairs, followed closely by Yuan Hong and Lei Zhenzi.
