The atmosphere at that moment was so intense it was about to set the carpet on fire, and the Demon King had already been forced by the Hero up against the wall.
However—
Just as the Demon King's rationality was about to collapse, a streak of scarlet light suddenly rushed into his vision.
Silver moonlight fell upon Erin's flawless, fair face, and those trembling eyelashes drowsily parted just a slit.
What swayed behind that slit was no longer the crystal-clear emerald green; in its place was a flush of intoxicated, even sickly, crimson.
That was an expression Erin would never show.
That half-squinted eye was like a little bat that had tasted blood, seeming to cheer "finally getting to eat" with gleeful delight and indulgence.
Feeling a plunder even more greedy and ravenous than the Eternal Hunger Claw, Luo Yan felt his heart almost rocket out of his chest, and he retreated a step with lightning speed.
