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 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 sa ti, 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.
Is this oppression coming from that seemingly foolish elf?
Doesn’t seem like it.
Is it from that white-haired Swordsman mumbling sothing with the sword?
Seems not either.
Bichu’er’s eyes slowly widened.
That’s a Mage Robe from Fata, that black-haired girl is a Mage from Fata?!
All along, aside from the Hero, a Mage has posed the greatest threat to the Demon Tribe. A powerful Mage can often single-handedly change the entire tide of war between the Human Race and Demon Tribe.
It must likely be from her then.
Bichu’er’s eyelids twitched uncontrollably, biting his teeth, barely suppressing his anxiety.
They’re just a bunch of immature kids, how could he possibly lose?
After winning this battle, he could beco the new king.
Behind Bichu’er.
The Dragon Race Maiden was already filled with eager desire, her eyes fixed intently on Shami.
Just waiting for his command, she could pull out the daggers from the Storage Ring to stab Bichu’er in the heart.
Co on, Shami, give the final instruction!
Give her a chance for a grand entrance!
After being undercover for so long, will she not even have a chance to appear?
The Dragon Race Maiden looked at Shami with longing.
Shami frowned slightly.
Initially, she intended to keep the Dragon Race Maiden’s identity hidden, stealthily avoiding the battle.
But thinking it over, if an undercover never makes an appearance in the end, her entire life as an undercover would hold no morable highlights!
[Eye signal: Ambush!]
[Eye signal: Understood!]
The Dragon Race Maiden took out a dagger and swiftly stabbed it into Bichu’er’s heart from behind.
You old geezer, for making write this and that and make materials all the ti, for giving tasks every day making work from seven in the morning to eleven at night, for not paying my salary making my hair fall out and preventing from eating and sleeping well.
Go die!
Squish!
The blade pierced into Bichu’er’s body, making a muffled sound.
Bichu’er turned back incredulously to look at the Minotaur.
"What’s going on..."
The Dragon Race Maiden slowly transford back from the Minotaur to her true form, her long purple hair flowing behind her, her eyes, though tired, shone brightly at Bichu’er, her small lips forming a satisfied smile of avenged enmity.
"Sorry, I’m a spy."
The Dragon Race Maiden played with a second dagger in her hand, ready to stab Bichu’er again.
Shami was dumbfounded.
Did the Dragon Race Maiden suffer so unfair treatnt here, why was she so ruthless?
Bichu’er hurriedly retreated two steps, blood starting to seep from his mouth.
"No, don’t... I, I didn’t have a choice before, but now I want to be a good person."
"All right, say it to Shami, see if Shami lets you be a good person."
"So you want dead?"
"That depends on Shami’s..."
The Dragon Race Maiden thought she had won, but before she could finish her sentence, Bichu’er suddenly unleashed Demonic Qi from his hand, his frightened facial expression instantly turning to anger, charging at the Dragon Race Maiden.
"Damn it! Die, you bastard!"
The Dragon Race Maiden’s eyes widened in fear.
At the next mont, Shami’s voice rang in her ears, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared among Lureya, Lina, and Saili.
"I told you not to get too caught up in the act."
And Shami had already transford into the Demon King, replacing her position, right hand clenched into a fist charging at Bichu’er.
[Servant Substitute Death: Within a certain range, instantly swap the position of the Demon King and Demon Envoy. When the Demon King is in mortal danger, let the Demon Envoys valiantly take the fall!]
This was the second use, and another reverse swap.
Shami had long anticipated such a thing would happen and closely monitored the situation with the Dragon Race Maiden, ready to instantly teleport her away at the first sign of trouble.
The two forces of new and old Demonic Qi clashed, with Bichu’er being repeatedly pushed back by Shami’s pure Demonic Qi.
[Na: Bichu’er]
[Race: Demon Tribe]
[Status: Injured; Aged]
[Level: 75]
Shami also retreated three or four ters, not from Bichu’er’s poor-quality Demonic Qi but rather the latter’s strong power.
Turns out he’s a Level 75 Demon Envoy, no wonder the power is so formidable.
Shami had never encountered such a high-level Demon Envoy before and couldn’t help but smile brightly.
"Haha, what a spirited fist, Bichu’er."
"?!"
Bichu’er, whose chest was bleeding, was infuriated by Shami’s taunt, causing his heart to ache and spurt blood again, his mouth also vomited a large amount of fresh blood.
anwhile, the white-haired girl opened her eyes, her entire presence radiating an aura capable of killing gods.
"Even though it’s only been a short 15-minute chant, it should be enough, right?"
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