"Tsk, these two really are disgraceful things."
No human would find these two things good-looking.
Xia Feng, already disgusted by their stench, was even more repulsed after seeing their appearance.
Seeing his expression, the demon angrily charged at Xia Feng with its fists as large as sandbags.
"It's just a little bug from the human race, yet it dares to speak so arrogantly."
Though Xia Feng spoke lightly, he was extremely cautious inside when facing these two beings comparable to a Profound Tier First Layer Martial God: the Death God and the demon.
Especially as that fist was cloaked with layers of domineering aura, almost sealing the space of the entire area.
The demon revealed a vicious smile: "I know you have a treasure that can traverse space, but under the hands of us demons, no one can escape."
Xia Feng's expression carried a hint of caution, feeling the space around him being sealed, and the flames on that fist.
