Su Hang was certain he had offended the heavens; otherwise, he wouldn't have been so cursed with bad luck.
He had just escaped the tiger's den, only to fall into a wolf's den.
In front of him was a thunder zone where lightning continuously struck down, and behind him were eleven demonic monsters from the Gu Nurturing Ancient Tribe.
The three leading figures had reached the twelfth layer of True Core Realm cultivation, and just these three alone could easily kill him.
This time, there was no teleportation talisman to let him escape.
"Isn't this Inspector Su, hahaha..." one of the demonic monsters laughed out loud, "Heaven's path you did not take, hell's gate you insist on breaking through."
"Primitive, kneel down and confess to our fallen warriors of the Gu Nurturing Ancient Tribe; it may allow for an easier death."
"Why kill him? Implant a slave curse in his soul, and let him become our servant. Wouldn't it be better to use him for our purposes?"
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