Rebirth of the Peak Young Master

But they were like cats and mice, trailing far behind Ma Yu, watching his out-of-control state with sarcasm and smiles.

"Impossible! This way, I’ll be burned alive by them! You can’t just sit here waiting to die!"

Ma Yu’s inner turmoil grew more intense as his body continued to devour the Demon.

As he looked hopelessly toward returning to China, he suddenly turned around, no longer facing Selta and the others.

"Hmm?"

Gazing at Ma Yu’s back, everyone seemed a bit perplexed.

But given their age and experience, they quickly deduced Ma Yu’s predicament.

Only Selta’s mocking smile could be heard: "Why don’t you run away, child? Relax, we won’t hurry until you’ve seen the land. I’m no mortal; when others find hope, I love to crush it. That despair when hope is strangled is the most delightful expression, hahahaha!"

As Selta spoke, the surrounding ancient God-monsters let out chuckles.

For creatures of their years, surprises were sparse.

In their view, tormenting Ma Yu was a fine form of entertainment!