'This guy dared to devour the flesh and blood of a Zombie God while only at the Visceral Stone Realm, and I couldn't even stop it. What kind of Visceral Stone practitioner is this ridiculously powerful?'
'He wants to be locked up again? Dream on!'
"You're courting death!"
The Demon Fiend was enraged. It rose to its feet, murder in its eyes, ready to strike Yang An.
It couldn't find any other living creatures right now, but this Buddha's Son, despite only being in the Visceral Stone Realm, must have abundant Life Force. Even if it wasn't enough to help it fully overcome the backlash, it would surely be close.
But when it saw the look of eager anticipation on the monk's face, as if he were just waiting for an attack, the Demon Fiend hesitated.
'My power is fading, but this guy is just too strange.'
As the Demon Fiend hesitated, Yang An took the initiative, walking toward it step by step.
"Killing me is useless. I'm more useful to you alive than dead.
