Seeing the young man in white robe, a wry smile of helplessness couldn't help but appear on Old Master Mo's face.
This demon, though having transformed into human form, had Demon Energy soaring to the skies, and its strength was far beyond what he could contend with; even if he wanted to exhaust all means, to buy some time for Zhao Letian, he probably wouldn't be able to do so.
"Your Excellency is, after all, a powerful Demon Lord, a super-strong presence that dominates the Demon Clan. Why bother stooping to the level of confronting a mere Martial Artist from the True Martial Realm?"
Old Master Mo did not resort to violence but forced a smile, speaking in as calm a voice as possible.
He knew very well that if he took action, the Demon Lord could easily annihilate him with a flick of his wrist, making it completely meaningless. It was better to show weakness voluntarily and find a way to gain some time for Zhao Letian.
