The Taoist's gaze swept over the Canine Demon.
"Just you then!"
With a wave of his hand, Yi Chen's index finger immediately pointed at the Dragon-headed Demonkin.
"Demons, surprised or not, expected or unexpected?"
At that moment, Marlo, the Demon General who had narrowly escaped death beneath the feet of the Golden Horn King, couldn't help but feel tears welling up.
"But... but why did you choose me? General Canine obviously gave a better answer," stammered the Dragon-headed Demonkin.
"Because I find you somewhat familiar; I've seen you twice now, an old face indeed."
"You, the one who brings bad luck everywhere he goes, I think it's fair to give you a chance to see if you can make it to the end~"
Yi Chen, who liked to tell the truth, immediately clarified with a light chuckle.
At this instant, the Dragon-headed Demonkin, who felt like he had fallen from Heaven to Hell, couldn't accept this reality and desperately pleaded with Yi Chen:
