All the tables, chairs, stools, and drinkware exploded in the impact, turning into dust.
The several thugs heading towards Wen Yan howled and turned into black-gray skeletons, disappearing in the impact.
Everything here seemed to have switched channels, one moment it was splendidly bright, the next it was dark and dilapidated, the scene constantly flickering.
Wen Yan frowned slightly, he had no intention of taking action, he just wanted to understand the intel.
Wen Yan raised his head, looked at the Demon God hiding in a corner of the ceiling, took out his phone, and used the newly acquired blessing on it before dialing a video call to Gauss.
"Hey, Gauss, I saw a demon, he said he doesn't have horns, I'm not sure, can you take a look?"
Wen Yan slightly adjusted the camera to capture the Demon God using all limbs to support himself in the corner of the ceiling.
Gauss just glanced at it and uncertainly shouted.
"Valak?"
