Snot and tears, all sprayed out.
Andy was truly frightened.
The human before him was like a god controlling the clouds and the rain; his so-called secret actions had never escaped the watchful eyes of this person.
Or more accurately, this person had been on their tail—or rather, hanging above their heads—right from the beginning.
The Dog Demon, legendary for its immense strength, hardly struggled through two rounds before it was nearly carved into a meat stick, lying there like a dead dog ready for butchering.
How had he been so delusional to think that he could become the Goblin King? Especially with this man around?
It was all the Dog Demon's fault. Yes, all the fault of that devil. Without its instigation, he would never have had such an idea.
Without such a terrifying ambition, he would have returned to the Spirit Crystal Mine long ago, enjoying his gourmet food, sipping his barley beer, and awaiting the Crystal Stone to be delivered into his hands.
