So within the Burying Immortal Continent, weaker warriors and demon gods tend to team up or rely on more formidable groups.
Someone like Chu Fengmian, moving alone in the Burying Immortal Continent, is like a piece of meat ready for slaughter, with no one to blame but his own lack of caution.
"Kid, you look like you're a newcomer. We won't make things difficult for you. Hand over your Space Ring, and then scram. Also, explain clearly your fortunate encounters, and we won't kill you this time."
The leading tiger tribe demon god among them looked at Chu Fengmian with a sneer in his eyes.
He had just noticed that Chu Fengmian's tunneling light speed was far superior to martial artists of the same realm, a clear indication of his fortunate encounters.
"Scram."
Chu Fengmian glanced at those demon gods, snorted coldly.
These demon gods did not even ignite his interest to strike.
"Kid, you won't drink a toast only to drink a forfeit?"
