Peace Town, West Mountain.
At this moment, Wang Xiaoyi, Zhao Guangming, and others were stunned.
They thought they were just here because they were shorthanded, doing a rudimentary task. Who would have imagined not even a moment underfoot, they would encounter such a demon beast.
Zhou Dao's predictions were like an ill omen; no good prophecies ever came true, only the bad ones did, like clockwork.
Looking at the gusts of demon wind, it seemed no weaker than the Red Fox Demon that attacked the Demon Control Department back then.
Such a creature, even Chen Qinggang wouldn't be able to handle, let alone them, who were as insignificant as rotten fish and stinking prawns.
Thump…..
Zhao Guangming's legs gave in, his face turned pale, and he fainted there and then, his body twitching uncontrollably.
Wang Xiaoyi's eyes were vacant, just like someone whose parents had died.
