Professor Chen glanced at the ring, where Yang Fei was surrounded by enthusiastic spectators.
Then he looked at the middle-aged man, as if sensing something.
Professor Chen sighed, "A man's determination cannot be taken by a thousand soldiers."
"And indeed, Yang Fei has been seriously injured. If you really want to go, then go, but be very careful."
In his eyes, there was a hint of sadness.
"Among the Five Kings, the Silver Poison King and the Silver Poison King have already fallen, and the Sorcery King is gravely injured."
"And you, Sorcerer Demon King, are my most valued disciple."
"If anything unexpected happens to you, I will be distressed."
If any outsider had heard these words, who knows how frightened they would be.
The most mysterious and strongest among the Heavenly Demon Alliance, the Sorcerer Demon King, was actually this ordinary-looking middle-aged man?
The Sorcerer Demon King nodded, "Thank you for your concern, teacher. I will be careful."
