Ling Feiyu cautiously looked at the wild-haired, devilish youth slowly walking toward them, his face showing a hint of unease for the first time.
"Prison Devil, weren't you in the Fragmented Enchanted Forest? Why did you suddenly come here?"
The wild-haired youth, referred to as 'Prison Devil,' glanced lightly at Ling Feiyu: "Do I have to report to you where I go?"
As soon as Prison Devil's words fell, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Ling Feiyu was not alone; there were several others surrounding him, seemingly followers and Battle Servants. Hearing Prison Devil's words, the faces of these people showed anger.
But they did not act rashly, knowing full well the terror of the person in front of them.
If he were easy to deal with, there wouldn't even be a place for him to speak here, or rather, it wouldn't be his turn to speak.
Prison Devil glanced at Ling Feiyu, then swept his gaze over An Li's face, finally landing on Yuan Jue.
