Hua Queque? Angel suddenly froze, although the other party was speaking in Demon Language, an inexplicable, indistinct petite figure flashed through his mind. However, that was just a fleeting inspiration; when he tried to capture it again for a closer reflection, he couldn't recall his previous thought.
Was this Hua Queque a name, or some sort of exclamation?
Angel temporarily set aside the sudden suspicion in his heart and controlled the Scouting Puppet to stealthily approach the side of the mountain wall, slowly shifting the viewpoint towards the location of the furnace.
He wanted to see what exactly had happened.
Listening to it, it seemed that his previous guess was not right. The situation here was not a battle between humans and demons, but rather a conflict within the demons, where one of the demons had killed all the others of its kind?
With doubt, Angel turned his gaze to see—
