Two people had just arrived at the gates of the first hill, and before they passed through the bronze gate stained with blood, they stepped into a square filled with a strong smell of blood.
The footsteps of some kind of four-legged animal crept from behind the door, then from the thick shadow emerged a bizarre creature.
It looked like a large hunting dog without skin.
The head was left with only white bones, and two scarlet points gleamed from the empty eye sockets. The body behind it, bloody and muddy, bore seven or eight tumor-like human faces slowly crawling.
Byron recognized it; this was a Lesser Clan of the Demon Species, the Dog Demon.
Evolved from humans who only submit to power without knowing rebellion, and judging by the look, it had devoured seven or eight living humans and ascended to Second Order Professional Level at a low sequence.
Then seventeen or eighteen smaller-sized Dog Demons rushed out from behind the door.
