In the eyes of the Hawk King, the Saint Master was doomed tonight.
Either pursue recklessly, fall into His trap, perish in the Demon Domain, and become part of His achievements—a stepping stone to ascend as an Ancestor Blood Heavenly Demon.
Or retreat and die behind the lines, slaughtered by those transcendent-tier Evil Spirits.
When He struck, the Hawk King was certain the Human Race Saint Master would fall into His trap.
For according to the intelligence, the Saint Master of the Human Clan was fearless, unstoppable, and deeply bound by loyalty.
But in the Hawk King's eyes, that simply meant impulsive recklessness, blind arrogance, and an easy prey for deception!
The elder atop this mountain had once done him a favor.
So, the Saint Master of the Human Clan was bound to step into the trap.
But He never expected that the Saint Master might be nothing but an empty name, merely a coward who feared death.
