"John, did you come here to seek death?"
Ereka folded his arms across his chest and looked at John provocatively.
Even though he had consumed quite a bit of demon blood just now in order to deal with Gurok, and his current state was not at its peak, he still looked down on John.
"A lowly race like the human race is something only John would choose as a player.
"And as a demon race player, I was born with a stronger physique and higher attributes than him.
"Unfortunately, he doesn't know that. He still thinks I'm a demon race NPC.
"With this difference in information alone, I have more than enough to toy with this John to death."
Under his gaze, John remained incomparably calm.
John slowly landed on the small island, completely unafraid that Ereka might launch a sneak attack at this moment.
He looked around, then suddenly said, "If this place were used as your grave, would you like it?"
