The devil god stared at Wang Teng for a long time. His gaze was eerie and deep. It was frightening.
No matter how confident Wang Teng was, he still felt a little scared.
Was the other party planning to kill him first?
Wasn't he a little too direct? Did the devil god think that he was too arrogant?
Actually, he was already very humble.
You couldn't say that his skills were amazing and that the Ruins of Death Bone wasn't enough to stop him. The skills of the Spiritual Bone Race were nothing, right?
In that case, the other party would probably explode on the spot and wouldn't speak to him anymore.
Ruler Xing Yun felt the strange atmosphere too. He glanced at the devil god and then at Wang Teng.
He wanted to persuade Wang Teng to restrain himself in the future and stop being so unrestrained.
If not, he was afraid that he might lose his entire family one day.
However, he knew that in front of a devil god, any words were useless. The enemy wouldn't let any of them go.
