Jiang Fan felt an impulse to curse.
Within a hundred miles, couldn't the teleportation send him somewhere better?
Of all places, it had to send him into the Demon Beast camp!
The odds were like a needle falling into a swarm of ants.
And Jiang Fan just happened to be the one who got pricked.
Bad luck didn't even begin to describe it.
The Black Mirror Evil Spirit was dumbfounded and said,
"No way, kid, are you the son of the God of Misfortune?"
"How could something like this happen?"
Jiang Fan's heart sank.
He'd rather be chased by Concubine Yunxia.
At least with her, there was some chance of escape.
However, Jiang Fan was not one to resign to fate.
He wouldn't give up until the last moment.
His mind raced.
Finally, before the Lizard War King could figure him out,
a flash of inspiration struck him.
He immediately covered his face with his sleeve and quickly took out the Mirage Demon Pill he had seized from Liu Li and held it in his mouth.
