C84 Little Devil? Hell King?!

The five ghost shadows were eagerly siphoning the life force from the Snow Holy Lord, their gazes fixed on Shen Jun and his companions with palpable excitement. To them, Shen Jun and the others had ceased to be human; they were nothing more than delectable dishes laid out on a table. The air was thick with a terror that made one shudder without the cold.

Bai Ling'er, timid by nature