"Ow!" Old Bull winced in pain, clutching his forehead with one hand.
He turned his head and replied, "I know, I know! It’s just waiting for everyone to gather so we can strike together and turn that entire demon kingdom into a stew! Heh heh, just give us a heads-up, brother. When it comes time to clean up the battlefield, you won’t have to lift a finger—both of us will handle it all!"
“Deal!” Fat Crane called out eagerly.
Ling Chen shook his head, silently speechless at this pair of thieving demon spouses.
Unlike him and Xiao Ying, these two were both pure-blood demons—one being an ancient divine breed, the other born with a postnatal spiritual core.
Yet whenever it came to fighting demons, their eyes gleamed fiercely, far more ruthless than even the early Monitors of the Celestial Bureau by several times.
The mist thinned, and the sound of waves faded into the distance.
As they drew closer to the Giant Whale Island, the faces of the demons grown clearer.
“Save your strength!” Ling Chen warned, pocketing his smoking pipe and suppressing the clouds above.