Chapter 1002: Little Brother, Your Luck Is Really Tragic
On the Flying Boat, there were many Human Cultivators, but each cultivator had thick iron chains tied to their wrists, flickering with runes, clearly indicating they were Rune Shackles.
The ones driving them were not Cultivators, but the Demon Race!
There were tiger-like creatures as fierce as elephants, golden centipedes that covered the whole body, and giant pythons with a single horn...
At the bow of the boat stood three middle-aged men and women: two robust men, one with a mane around his neck and the other sporting a pair of shiny black horns, while the woman was clothed in bright red, with a feather of five colors tucked into her hair.
Transformative Great Demons!
Carson’s heart sank. Just as he was preparing to flee, the man with the mane chuckled and said, "It’s rare to come across Human Cultivators here, what a curious sight!"
The woman in red laughed, "Isn’t that just perfect? The mining camp is desperately short-staffed. Delivered labor is not to be refused, especially when it’s free."
The man with horns stretched out his hand, and a Sky-covering Giant Hand instantly enveloped all of Carson’s escape routes.
"Kid, you’re really out of luck bumping into us, come here," he said.
The conversation between the three people fell on Carson’s ears. Originally prepared to desperately run, he gave up on the idea.
Did this tone imply that this was the territory of the Demon Race?