C198 Deep in the Mud

Lin Hao was taken aback, turning to see a figure swiftly approaching Daemonhold.

Trailing behind him was an even faster streak of cold light, furiously pursuing the person ahead.

"Primeval Demon?" Lin Hao inwardly gasped, wondering, "Could he have failed?"

But then, Lin Hao heard the Primeval Demon's voice and sensed trouble brewing.

In almost no time at all