The Demon's fists landed like hammers on the middle-aged man's body, blood spraying from his mouth, and eventually, even his shattered organs.
By now, the middle-aged man was at death's door, hanging onto his final breath, yet he still desperately clung to the Demon's thigh.
The light in his eyes slowly faded, and as scenes flashed before him, the middle-aged man saw his own child, smiling and running towards him. That dear, adorable face—with big eyes and sharp little canines—remained as ever. He reached out with both hands for a final embrace of his daughter, murmuring to himself, "This time, Daddy did it."
The angered lesser Demon threw the mangled corpse of the middle-aged man aside, scrambled over the city walls, and chased in the direction Cui Cui had fled. If he could not bring back the offering, he could imagine just how miserable his own end would be.
