Even though Long Yan defeated a regiment of the Demon King Army overwhelmingly, Qing Luo didn't come out to stop him, which made Long Yan feel somewhat strange. Could it be that he doesn't care even if his troops are wiped out?
"Don't mind it, he's always been arrogant like this. He never considers anyone weaker than himself as worth noticing, and of course, the Demon King's Guards are no exception."
Bai Mu is probably the one who understands Qing Luo the best here. The massive Demon Army had already scattered the Demon King's Guard, leaving behind only a few who had also been dealt with by the Demon Army.
"Young Hero Long, what should we do next?"
Jingzhe's face was covered in fresh blood, he sheathed his long knife at his waist. Just now, he had also charged into battle with the ordinary Demon Soldiers, and the fresh blood on his face was from the Demon King's Guards.
