Upon hearing Han Li, the three couldn't help but look at each other in amazement. What was the insect devil's purpose in asking them why they were afraid of him? Could it be that he wished to amuse himself before he killed them?
The fierce-looking man steeled his heart and said with open hostility, "If Fellow Daoist wishes to take our lives, then do so! What use is there in talking?"
"That is strange. Was there something wrong with my question?" Han Li's expression suddenly grew sullen and cold.
Seeing that there was possibly a chance of survival, the cultivator surnamed Min persistently pleaded, "Us brothers didn't know that Senior was hunting demon beasts here. Otherwise, we wouldn't have dared to disturb Senior Insect Devil. We rushed to this location unintentionally without even a sliver of hostile intent. I hope Senior will spare us." It appeared a trace of blood had returned to his face.
