Bichu'er's eyes were bloodshot, staring intensely at Shami.
"I choose neither."
Shami responded effortlessly, her gaze shifting to the Minotaur behind Bichu'er.
Looks like the Dragon Race Maiden has already mixed her way up to the second-in-command.
"Then let me teach you a lesson, new Demon King brat!"
Black streams of air began to rise from beneath Bichu'er's feet.
This Demon Envoy from the previous era is about to get serious.
Yet at the same time, Bichu'er's heart inexplicably began to panic, as if an invisible giant hand was closing in on his heart, seemingly trying to grip it, leaving his heart feeling stifled and oppressed.
Now, that feeling was growing more apparent.
Logically speaking, if he was handling the three before him with full caution and exertion, this sense of impending doom, as if he'd be instantly annihilated, shouldn't arise.
Just what is going on?
Bichu'er looked suspiciously at the Demon King's squad.
