Inside the cave, the cold was bone-chilling. Lu Wufeng's whole body exuded a murderous aura, making the already cold air drop a few degrees.
The tall Deer Demon knelt on the ground, trembling all over like a sieve, not daring to take a breath.
He clearly sensed that at this moment, Lu Wufeng was like a volcano about to erupt, and the slightest mishap might trigger a monstrous wrath.
The pseudo-gods among demons had no order; their lives depended entirely on a single thought from above.
If Lu Wufeng, in a fit of rage, twisted his head off, he could only bite the dust on the way to the underworld.
Thus, he even breathed lightly, fearing to anger the other party.
After a moment, Lu Wufeng's rage slightly subsided, but the murderous intent was still as thick as ink.
Only then did the tall Deer Demon dare to look up and tremble as he said, "Master, what should we do next?"
