There's no such thing as a free lunch.
If King Wukong the King of Demons helped them out of the blue, they would have to question his motives and objectives.
"What do I want?"
King Wukong the King of Demons propped up his chin, his eyes scanning Dancing with the Wind. He grinned, revealing his white teeth, and said, "I'll take you! That's what I want!"
"What?"
Dancing with the Wind, Unparalleled Iron Blood, and the others were astonished, their faces filled with anger.
"Impossible! I will never agree to such a demand!"
A resolute voice came from Defying Heavens beside them, stating coldly, "I would rather die than betray my subordinates to live a cowardly life. Living like that would be worse than death!"
Unparalleled Iron Blood and the others nodded quietly. The Grand Marshal had not let them down.
But the petrification disease...
"Indeed, a true hero. In that case, I'll take my leave!"
King Wukong the King of Demons grinned and turned to leave.
