"Damn it!" Ling Wenfu swiped all of the things on his table to the ground, breaking and crashing them to pieces. His eyes were mad in fury. In the next second, his daughter, Ling Xiaochen, barged in from outside and cried out.
"Dad! Look at the sky! Something weird just popped out!" Seeing the mess on the ground, she was stunned. In her memory, she had never seen her father lose control of his emotions like this. Even when the tragedy appeared a few months ago which turned the beast into deranged beings, he could still calmly subdued the chaos and took charge of the situation.
Ling Wenfu ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. "Dad knows."
"W—What is it?!"
"The gate. It's the demonic realm."
Ling Xiaochen gasped. "But it should have been next month!"
