C981 Jiang Li

The Demon Monk gave a faint smile, admitting to his own realm.

Chu Xiu-Er's forehead was covered in sweat.

If the Demon Monk was only at the Martial God Stage, she might be able to fight him with her life on the line. Even if she couldn't beat him, she would at least have a thirty percent chance of escaping. The difference was too great