The Demon Saint slowly moved forward, a smile dancing on her lips as she looked at Leize. She said, "Leize, what is your purpose in barging into my Demon Saint Palace?"
"Reporting to Lord Demon Saint, the Demon Race's children are all awaiting Lord Demon Saint's sacrifice of the humans to raise the battle standard," Leize bowed deeply as he replied, his eyes betraying a flicker of unease.
*The Demon Saint isn't gravely wounded?*
*Why does the aura I sense feel so formidable?*
*His heartbeat quickened, his fists unconsciously clenching.*
"I told you, I have my own plans. Why are you in such a hurry?" The Demon Saint smirked coldly. "Leize, could it be that you're just like those humans outside? Do you see my injury as your chance to betray me?"
"I wouldn't dare," Leize replied, feeling the oppressive force bearing down on him. He bowed even more deeply, cautiously adding, "Lord Demon Saint, what about the human cultivators?"
