"You're a high-level demon." Shen Yanxiao did not care if the demon could rip her apart and devour her that very second. Instead, she preferred to casually analyze the level of the demonic beast in front of her.
That monstrous young man chuckled and said, "Since you know that I'm a demon, why didn't you shout, or be afraid? You should know that there's a huge gap between me and those demons that you'd usually see. Even if a human expert were to stand before me, they can only resign to their fate and let me devour them." It was interesting to see a kid who was not afraid of him.
"Will you let me go if I were to shout, or if I were afraid of you?" Even though Shen Yanxiao did not know much about demonic beasts, she was quite familiar with their obstinate attitude toward things.
