Blood, all blood, was red when he entered his eyes. The sounds that echoed in his ears were all the tragic screams of his tribe and the sound of swords entering his body. Ye Ling looked at everything in front of him in agony. As a demon king, he couldn't even protect his own people. What he didn't expect was that these so-called immortal sects Hundreds of families will take advantage of the divine Lord Leng Yi's retreat to kill him first and then say, "Leng Yi, I'm sorry, I broke my promise. I can't wait for you to come out of seclusion. You... Don't hate me."
Purpose: To satirize people who do not know right from wrong and make hasty conclusions.