As Jin Hao spoke, the flames on his body blazed fiercely.
There were even signs of scorching on him.
Yet he just smiled, as if he didn't feel any pain at all.
Ye Wu watched, raising an eyebrow despite herself.
This Demon King was truly a ruthless character!
The words he spoke to Mo Ye seemed like a gesture of goodwill, but were actually a blatant threat.
In translation, his words meant this:
Right now, your mother is in my hands. Come back with me, and I might let you reunite with her. If you don't come back, I'll kill her!
There wasn't a hint of affection; this was stripping away the mask of pretense.
Mo Ye, of course, heard the underlying meaning in his words.
His hand slowly clenched into a fist.
Could Jin Hao's words be trusted?
No, absolutely not!
If he returned to the Demon Realm now, it would be like a sheep entering a tiger's mouth.
Perhaps by then, both he and his mother would be doomed.
If he didn't go back... his mother's life...
