1705: C1705 Deliver Oneself to the Door

C1705 Deliver Oneself to the Door

"Hehehe, Chen Shaofeng, so you were hiding here. I was waiting for you to walk into the trap for days." The black monster said with a sinister laugh.

When the black shadow monster shouted Chen Shaofeng's name, everyone looked towards Chen Shaofeng.

The surrounding caravan leaders were all shocked. They looked at Chen Shaofeng and felt as if their legs were nailed to the deck of a flying cart. They didn't dare to move at all.

The oppressive force exuded by the black shadow monster allowed all the cultivators to understand the extent of the other party's strength.

Chen Shaofeng stood up and slowly walked out. "What did I take it to be? I originally thought it was a monster from the demon race.

"Our Demon Clan is a monster? Aren't you humans monsters too? " The black monster sneered.

Soon after, the black monster walked out of the black tornado and appeared before everyone.

What was surprising was that this black monster had the face of a human.

He was dressed in black armor, and his entire body was shaped like a human.

However, even if one did not look carefully, one could tell that this Demon Clan actually only had a face that looked like a person. The other parts of the body were all part of another race.

"Anyway, who are you?" Chen Shaofeng asked.

"It's fine if I tell you. I'm a subordinate of the Lord Demon Emperor, a Demon General within the Demon Clan army. My name is Ling Mo." The humanoid Demon Clan monster reported its name.

"Never heard of it." Chen Shaofeng shook his head.

Chen Shaofeng usually wouldn't remember an enemy that didn't pose much of a threat to him.

"Hehe …" Ling Mo did not say anything about this.

It was just as the intel said, Ling Mo could feel the arrogance on Chen Shaofeng's body.

The undisguised conversation between the two was heard by everyone in the caravan.

Quite a few cultivators looked at the humanoid monster with incomparable terror, feeling fear in their hearts.

Because Ling Mo didn't conceal his cultivation, all the cultivators present could see just how strong he was.

However, even so, there were many cultivators who had never seen such a powerful cultivation.

"What a profound cultivation!" I have never encountered such a strong Demon Clan! "

"With such a cultivation level, it's definitely not just in the Saint realm! I'm afraid we'll have to reach the peak of the Saint Immortal Realm! "

"From what I see, even our Sect Leader does not have such a cultivation. He should be at the peak of the Immortal Realm, right? I once saw a fairyland cultivator in the distance, but it was obviously stronger! "

"We are finished! Why would the Demon Clan come looking for us?! "

The cultivators at the scene were all flustered, but no one dared to move recklessly.

Since the opponent was so strong, if he acted rashly and caused discontent, he might just be killed.

Fear enveloped them. They were still hoping for a chance, hoping that the enemy would spare them.

This was a weakling handing his own fate over to the other party.

Even if he fought with all his might, he still wouldn't be able to change his fate.

In the face of the powerful Rising Demon, the crowd of cultivators felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

This was the cruel world where individuals could destroy groups.

Although the mortals were also very afraid, they were not as terrified as the cultivators.

This was because, when ordinary people faced a Genuine Immortal Stage cultivator, they were already terrified, and the atmosphere of being killed by a cultivator at any time enveloped them. To them, as long as they had cultivation, they would be equally terrifying.

Even if Ling Yao was very strong, the mortals wouldn't be able to sense him. At most, they would only be able to sense that peculiar feeling in the atmosphere.

As for the caravan leaders, they were almost like the other cultivators, not knowing what to do.

At this moment, Bassan suddenly remembered something.

Fear gradually surfaced on his face as he stared at the humanoid monster with Demon Clan. With shock in his voice, he exclaimed, "It's this?!"

"Ba Sang, you recognize this Demon Clan?" The bearded leader asked.

"More than knowing him, he's one of the Demon Generals, Ling Mo!" His cultivation was at the peak of the Nihility God Stage, and his talent was so outstanding that even the Demon Emperor kept praising him. Sooner or later, he would reach the God Realm! The left and right arms of the Demon Emperor! " Barsarian gritted his teeth as he spoke.

"What?!" That means he is the trusted subordinate of the Demon Emperor?! "

After hearing the words' Demon Emperor ', the caravan leaders of the flying carriages almost fainted on the spot.

A trusted subordinate of the Demon Emperor?! Normally, they would only look up at him and not think that he would come to their side.

This was too scary. They actually provoked a monster of this level?

"He's dead for sure! We're dead for sure! " Barsarian was so scared that his teeth were chattering, and tears were flowing out of his eyes.

The rest of the caravan leaders felt incomparably regretful when they saw Barsarian's appearance.

They could have gone back, but they went on.

What a regret! He should have gone back then! Who said that they were going back? Why didn't he stop them!

The atmosphere on the flying car became incomparably gloomy, and some of the caravan leaders even began to sob.

Only cultivators like them could understand how terrifying an enemy of that level was.

It was just like how a mortal would see a monster that was thousands of meters large, invulnerable to swords and spears. That kind of fear and helplessness completely occupied one's entire body.

They had no other choice but to wait for their deaths!

After all, who could save them? This was a Demon Clan expert at the peak of the Nihility God Stage! They were doomed …

If he had known that this would happen, he would have given up his loan and worked as a laborer, receiving less than a tenth of the normal salary.

"It's over... "It's over!" Barsarian stamped his feet in anxiety, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face.

But even if he cried, Bassan would not be able to get the hope of survival.

"Ba Sang!" "Bazang!" The bearded leader suddenly pulled at Barsarian.

"What are you doing!?" We are all going to die … " Bassan glared at the bearded leader.

Unexpectedly, the big bearded leader said this: "That Demon Clan doesn't seem to come for us, but for that Chen Shaofeng."

Ba Sang was stunned for a moment, then disdainfully swept a glance at him and said, "You think that guy will let us go?!"

The caravan leaders also looked at the bearded leader, hoping that he would say something that would give them hope.

However, the bearded leader said, "About this... I'm afraid not. "0

The caravan leaders became even more dejected.

"But, I have a good idea. It's better to be a dog for Demon Clan than to die." The bearded leader suggested.

Hearing this, the other two caravan leaders' eyes flashed with hope for survival.

This time, Ba Sang lost his temper, but he was not optimistic about this idea, "Although we are in the Heavenly Immortal Realm, if we do not get a slave imprint planted within us, will Lord Demon Clan let us go? "One must know that slave seals are not randomly planted either."

— — The content is from [Mick Read]

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