I Want to Drink Your Blood

"Is what you said true? There are several hundred Five Star demons in this horde?"

A High-Stage Four-Star Mage asked in a high-pitched voice, attracting more people's attention.

Sigh!

Max sighed in his heart, already regretting choosing to speak out loud. He did that so they wouldn't take them lightly and lose their lives as a result. 

But it seemed his words only served to create more panic and bring the people's morale down, at least, of those who heard this man's voice.

His expression not changing a bit and his gaze focused on the demons, he said, "It's up to you whether you all believe me or not. But no matter what you do, be careful or suffer the consequences."

"Don't listen to him!" Someone shouted.

"He is just a Four Star mage; how can he know their cultivation so precisely?"

"That's right. He is lying. He must be a traitor who wants to bring our morale down. I say we kill him first–"

Swoosh!

Boom!