Ling Feng shook his head with a smile. He had just exchanged a punch with one of the demon slaves and knew its strength—it was roughly equivalent to an early stage beast of the Divine Origin Realm, and due to the characteristics of the Demon Clan, it was even more troublesome than a beast at that level.
If it had been a one-on-one battle, he could have stood a chance with the Heavenly Punishment Sword Technique, but with three demon slaves and Yaan Jingfeng watching eagerly from the side, it was beyond the limit he could handle.
"You're on death's doorstep, and you still dare to laugh!"
Seeing the situation once again tipping in his favor, Lee Muuqing jumped out arrogantly and laughed loudly, "Ling Feng, your death is certain today!"
"Is that so?" Ling Feng quirked his lips and snapped his fingers lightly, speaking indifferently, "Since you brought three helpers, it shouldn't be too much if I find one."
