Within moments, as Hei Ao covered the dirty shoeprint on his chest and fiercely lifted his head to look at Fang Yu, his entire demeanor seemed crazily demonized, his eyes completely black as ink, almost on par with a demon.
Fang Yu's heart skipped a beat, clearly sensing that something was off with Hei Ao's mental state. That look in his eyes spelled murder!
Damn it, was all this necessary? My kick just now was like minus 1 point of blood, hardly any different from the air pressure you exerted earlier.
You show me a bit of your power, can't I show off a bit of mine?
Fang Yu muttered internally, already thinking about retreating.
That Mo Lingyu is a Great Demon with 6000 blood, and there's also one of the Hei family's three sons next to her who seems about as strong as Lin Jie, but it's unclear whether he's friend or foe.
Honestly, Fang Yu dared not engage with that set up.
That's why he had previously been talking that way.
Fang Yu prepared to retreat first.
