Looking at the increasingly close Racial Coalition forces, Li Chen and Ning Wangyang didn't run, nor did they make any moves to resist; they just stood in place.
Seeing that the two showed no signs of resistance, the approaching Coalition forces also slightly lowered their guard, but they still remained vigilant towards the two of them.
After all, the message they received indicated that these two were possibly demon spies, or even demons disguised as humans.
What they didn't know was that the two people they were suspicious of were calmly chatting at this moment.
"I know what you're thinking, but I have to tell you, Wangyang, you were wrong this time."
Ning Wangyang looked down silently. He wasn't someone adept at words, but similarly, he wasn't foolish either.
On the contrary, being able to cultivate to his current level and to thrive within the Demon Clan wasn't just due to the guidance of Metatron within his body; his own wisdom played a significant role.
