"Hey! Calm down!"
Rock firmly pressed down on Sharp Claw's shoulder, reminding him in a deep voice.
"Look clearly at this place! This is the Abyss! Those things here are just 'local specialties'!"
Following his indication, Sharp Claw saw a scene that further challenged his "professional bottom line."
At the entrance of a pawnshop with a twisted demon horn sign, several mercenary-looking men were struggling to drag a large demon corpse resembling a hellhound but with three heads.
The corpse was still dripping with steaming black blood.
And on the side of the pawnshop, a heap of various demons' horns, claws, tails, and thick scaly skins piled up like a stack of firewood.
The thick demon aura almost formed a tangible black and purple mist swirling above.
If this were in the Main World... Sharp Claw felt his temples throbbing violently.
This was no longer evidence needing investigation; it was practically a slaughterhouse and wholesale market for demons.
