In the crossfire of Sword Qi, the momentum was like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves; the ground was strewn with rotting branches and demon corpses.
Dealing with demons of this strength was without any surprise, even while dragging an injured body.
Among the forty demons, except for the dog demon pinned to the ground, only two of the weakest and least capable little monsters were left as interrogation targets; the rest were all dead.
That black giant bear was still sitting there obediently, motionless, with its eyes tightly closed.
"Now, I have a very simple request."
Jiang Wang looked at the two trembling little monsters, not hiding his fatigue, and hoarsely spoke using Tao Language: "Slowly squat down and draw a map for me."
Behind him.
Almost simultaneously, the corpses of all the deceased demons ignited with crimson flames and were silently burned to ashes.
The crimson flames and charred corpses in the dark forest truly terrified the demons.
