"Tang Zhen, you're quite bold. You actually dare to have ideas about my master's devil nest!"
The sound was like the friction between rusty iron pieces, making people's scalps numb and making the air buzz.
The person who spoke had three heads. The way he looked at Tang Zhen was like a Mastiff that had lost control. There was anger, helplessness, and a trace of fear.
In the eyes of the evil demons, demon hunters were their own hunting dogs that helped them clean up the wild demonic servants that were not organized.
Whenever there was a possibility of killing their master among these hounds, they would be cleaned up by the demons in time to avoid any future trouble.
Tang Zhen's appearance was too unexpected. He was also Swift and decisive in his actions. The demons in the city he was in had yet to be cleaned up, but he had already been killed.
