Without it realizing, someone had instantaneously transported it from the distant Ten-Layered Demon Sea to this Four Directions Mortal World.
Black Cub couldn't even begin to imagine how powerful the person who used such a method on it must be.
At the very least, it wasn't something the seemingly weak Human Race before its eyes could manage.
After pondering for a long while, Black Cub just felt tired.
Because it realized that it simply couldn't guess who would have the ability to deal with it in such a manner.
Not only had someone toyed with it, but they also had a rather wicked sense of humor, delivering it to the side of an extremely weak human, for them to bully at will.
The more Black Cub thought about it, the more aggrieved it felt, lamenting the tragedy of a Demon Emperor being reduced to such a state.
