Balenzuo flapped his fleshy wings in midair.
Fang Zhen looked up. 'From this angle, with the moon right behind Balenzuo, this looks just like a classic scene from *Demon Castle*.'
Having revealed his true form, Balenzuo glared viciously at Fang Zhen. But a moment later, a flicker of hesitation—of uncertainty—crossed his face.
Fang Zhen had sharp eyes. The moment he saw Balenzuo's reaction, he knew exactly what was happening.
'This son of a bitch wants to run!'
Fang Zhen had read his expression in an instant.
Sure enough, the next moment, Balenzuo looked down on Fang Zhen from above. His expression was cold, his eyes filled with hatred as he said, "You ruined everything I've planned, Fang Zhen!"
"Don't think this is over! The day will come when I make you pay for this—with interest! I'll make you regret you were ever born into this world!"
Fang Zhen's suspicion was confirmed. Balenzuo wanted to run.
Truly ruthless people act first and talk later—if at all.
