"Deserting in the middle of battle?!"
A voice, cold to the extreme, suddenly rang out, as if from the depths of The Nether Abyss.
Mars Miller's fleeing figure stiffened abruptly in mid-air, as if even his blood froze at that moment.
He turned his eyes with difficulty towards the source of the voice.
He saw a pale skeleton standing in front of a rift in The Void, surrounded by Demonic Qi a hundred times purer than his own!
In the hollow eye sockets danced a ghostly blue Soul Fire, and just being stared at made Mars Miller feel a shiver deep within his bloodline.
The strict hierarchy of the Demon Clan was fully displayed at this moment.
Mars Miller lowered his head without hesitation, his voice clearly trembling:
"My lord..."
Confronting a High Demon, resistance would only lead to a more terrible death.
But the Bone Demon didn't even give him a chance to explain.
