However.
This reckless move by Gu Xing brought calamity upon Wang Teng, who had just arrived nearby.
At this moment.
He was curled up within the crevice between rocks, holding his breath, staring intently at the demon race surging like a tide in the distance, his forehead beading with cold sweat.
"Damn it! Which idiot deliberately lured so many demons over here, do they have a death wish?"
He gritted his teeth and cursed under his breath, shrinking further into the crevice, wishing he could embed himself into the stone.
Even though he had contracted the Molten Dragon Lizard with Legendary Level talent, the current number of demon race...
Even an Awakened Tier Nine, let alone an Extraordinary Level, would likely be torn to shreds!
"Damn it! This idiot ruined my leveling plan!"
He cursed again, his voice kept extremely low, fearing he might attract the demon race's attention.
Since he entered the Secret Realm, he sensed something anomalous—
