Even this Great Demon Fiend, the Weasel Demon, was scratching its head, anxiously pacing circles around Su Chen.
Even a Grandmaster wouldn't dare respond to its Seeking Immortality Skill. How had it suddenly failed?!
It grew desperate.
"Your three attempts are up."
"Great Immortal, shouldn't you be leaving now?"
"Isn't that the rule set for you by the Immortal who taught you this skill?"
Sikong forced himself to step forward. He was the strongest one here; if he didn't step up, who would? Surely not Captain Xu, a mere mortal with no cultivation?
Inside the temple.
The crowd of lesser fiends breathed a collective sigh of relief.
'They aren't going to fight?'
'That's wonderful.'
'If they truly angered this man, not only Mr. Yellow-skinned but all of them would be doomed.'
"No!"
"Let's go again!"
"This time, you will say 'Demon Fiend'!"
The Yellow-skinned Old Immortal's eyes turned sinister as it stared at Su Chen.
"Fine."
Su Chen nodded.
