Qifeng was genuinely worried about Xia Liu.
Because according to the words of the old ancestor Qimie, Xia Liu most likely only had the Eyes of the Demon God.
Yet his foundation was merely at Demon Infant Peak.
Right now he was going one against five, and his foes were the unpredictable, unfathomable Dark Demon Clan.
Xia Liu's chances of victory could be said to be extremely slim.
Especially given the Dark Demon Clan's concealment abilities.
Earlier, even with Demon Infant Peak Cultivation, he himself had been unable to detect them.
Xia Liu might have sensed them, but could he be aware of them at every instant?
"Qifeng, withdraw with ease. Today you're very fortunate—you get to witness my might!"
Xia Liu swallowed the Ancient Demon Tower into his mouth and stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
A soul-shaking aura that laughed arrogantly at the mortal world surged out.
"As you command."
If he kept insisting, Qifeng would only feel more awkward.
