"What?" The slim clothed demon looked at the buff one with impatience.
"It seems that there is someone that's missing sir…" the buff demon spoke awkwardly.
"Huh?" the annoyance on the slim demon's face slightly intensified...
"According to the information we received from the seed, the item set left by those cursed suppressors was a set consisting of 4 items, which means that there must have been at least four bewitched humans that would descend here, but…"
"Hmmm, there is no normal way to resist the ancient bewitching mark, it's the method that almost made us prevail against those filthy inferior creatures in the ancient war, if it was not for those defiling suppressors, we would have already preached our sacred beliefs upon the whole realm…" the slim demon's face turned dreamy as if he fantasizing about something before it took a turn for the worse, turning into a face that's full of ferocity and anger...
