Tentacles extended into the corpses.
"My race has never met such an opponent! What's the reason?"
The Painted-skin Demon's eyes were filled with shock and confusion, failing to understand what had happened recently.
"Their hints won't hint at a solution, will it?
"There must be a problem."
The Painted-skin Demon's expression was terrifyingly dark.
A royal of the Painted-skin Demon race like it was aware of the human Practitioners.
It also knew that the Practitioners would receive some mission hints related to saving the world.
However, those hints would not provide a solution.
As for any plans that involved the demon race, those Practitioners could only watch as the mission failed 100% of the time.
The smarter ones would have chosen to escape early on. Only the foolish and arrogant ones would stay and interfere.
However, those fellows had all become parasitic hosts for the demon race.
