Qin Yi didn't expect the God Slaying Netherworld King to see through his identity.
As one of the Twelve Kings of the Netherworld Clan, it wasn't difficult to identify whether he was from the Netherworld Clan or not, so Qin Yi wasn't too surprised.
However, this old fellow was just too powerful.
"Lang Ya, take the two of them and fall down, find a chance to escape, he's targeting me, we'll rendezvous at the next city."
Qin Yi transmitted his thoughts to Lang Ya.
Lang Ya didn't say much, it wasn't the time to dilly-dally, and simply acknowledged.
"Meow..."
A soft and cute cat cry.
Qin Yi's scalp tingled; he nearly forgot the little white cat squatting on his shoulder.
The little guy also sensed the danger, its fur bristled all over, baring its teeth menacingly at the God Slaying Netherworld King.
"Baby, go with them first, I'll come find you later."
Qin Yi whispered to the little white cat.
