"Hahaha... Ridiculous, truly ridiculous. Go back and tell that bunch in Ling Yuan City, the demon flames surge, the demons are powerful, and it should be us, the devil cultivators, who rise."
Blood God's Son, Wang He, said proudly, completely disregarding Lin Fan, a person hiding his head and tail who didn't even dare to show his face, what was there to care about.
The surrounding devil cultivators also laughed arrogantly.
Lin Fan observed them; none seemed like good fellows. He only wanted to live well with little Wei An in the outer city of Ling Yuan City until little Wei An grew old and passed, completing the deal with Elder Wei.
"To avoid endless dreams in the long night, ending early is good."
Lin Fan thought to himself.
Swish!
