Pop!
In a desolate place, Lin Fan slapped a demon to the ground.
The demon, its entire body fractured, mustered all its strength and roared, "We're just the vanguard! You Human Clan cultivators will be completely devoured by us!"
Maybe roaring these words cost it too much energy, as it promptly died, leaving behind a complete corpse.
"Ah, what a joyful life. If demons didn't come to me on their own, I wouldn't even know where to go looking for these guys."
Lin Fan reflected on the situation of demons leaving the Northern Desolation to create chaos in the Immortal Realm.
He didn't harbor any dissatisfaction.
Everyone desires progress and a better life, but to achieve that, they must be prepared to face strong adversaries.
He took a faint sniff and caught the extremely thick scent of demonic Qi.
Indeed, the Demon Path was truly unfortunate.
To have been beaten into such a state by the demons.
