In Misso’s eyes, the Hero had beco a dead man.
However, just before he was about to act, he suddenly received a special signal that forced Misso to temporarily abandon his plan to imdiately assassinate the Hero.
His figure continued to shuttle through the night, and after a long while, a villa appeared in front of Misso.
The villa was originally supposed to belong to a certain Noble among humans, but it was clear that this Noble no longer existed, and inside the villa, Misso could distinctly sense so familiar yet powerful presences.
This place had beco a den of Demons.
After a brief hesitation, Misso finally pushed open the door and entered. The hall, which should have been quite spacious, was cramd full of figures.
The mont Misso’s body stepped into the hall, countless pairs of eyes converged on him.
At a glance, including Misso, there were sixty-three Demons gathered in the hall at that mont.
All the Demons above Level 80 in the Demon Territory, apart from the Demon King’s offspring, the Princess, the Heavenly Kings, and the Demon Generals, had co in large numbers.
There was no doubt that these Demons, just like Misso and Rockwell, were all quite envious of the Demon King’s throne.
Although they were all Demons, at this mont, they looked like deadly enemies who had stolen fathers and wives; the air in the hall was thick with animosity and interspersed with threatening roars.
Despite the crowdedness, they still kept a certain distance from each other. It was obvious that they were all wary that their so-called comrades might suddenly stab them in the back.
In this place, Misso wouldn’t have doubted for a second if a vicious and bloody slaughter were to suddenly break out.
It seed that the number of his kin eyeing the Hero was not small. Most were probably prepared to act tonight. Their plans were suddenly disrupted, causing much chagrin, and this intense irritation was clearly visible on the faces of these Demons.
Just then, a rustling sound ca from upstairs.
Whoosh.
Sixty-three pairs of eyes simultaneously shot towards the upper floor.
They saw, at the turn of the staircase, a jelly-like blue mass wiggling and slowly crawling down the stairs.
Its swollen, round body, though shrunk as much as possible, still filled the entire stairway.
Sli?
The mont they saw this Sli, all sixty-three powerful Demons instinctively straightened up.
The king of the Sli race, one of the Seventeen Demon Generals, Korclaf!
Although they were all above Level 80, the strength of a Demon General was far greater than that of these common Demons. They possessed weirder and more terrifying innate abilities, and they employed more vicious and ruthless ans.
Now that even Lord Korclaf had appeared, things had beco troubleso.
There were few who felt they had a chance to snatch the Hero from Korclaf’s grasp.
No... it wasn’t just Korclaf alone.
On the round and cushiony head, which resembled a soft pad, a girl with long blue hair lay quietly.
Her waterfall-like hair spread over Korclaf’s round body as if wearing a wig.
Her little face was charming and lovely, and even carried a slight blush, appearing as though she had just spent quite a wonderful ti with the Demon General Korclaf.
Her body, draped over Korclaf’s, displayed a beautiful and graceful curve.
Behind her, a pair of small wings, like those of a bat, gently flapped, and a slender, purplish-black tail with a heart-shaped tip playfully flicked back and forth.
In an instant, the many Demons recognized the seemingly delicate and lovely girl’s identity and involuntarily bowed their heads.
So even broke out in a cold sweat on their faces.
This was the Enchanting Demon, the Sixth Princess Lilina!
A fearso figure who, once she set her sights on you, might leave not even your bones behind!
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