"Still alive!"
Ao Tian furrowed his brows and snorted coldly:
"Just a head, and you're telling me it's not dead?"
Honestly, Ao Tian wouldn't actually make a move against Yang Yan.
The key was, he couldn't beat him!
So, this guy vented all his anger on that head.
He raised an eyebrow, grabbed the hair on the head, not caring about the dirt, and lifted it to shout a few curses to vent his frustration.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he raised the head, it turned on its own, face towards Ao Tian, sinister and terrifying, eyes glaring at him intensely.
"What the hell!"
Ao Tian shivered, almost threw the head he was holding hard away.
"What is this thing?"
Ao Tian fixed his gaze on Yang Yan, waiting for an answer.
Yang Yan shrugged helplessly, smiling as he explained:
"It's the Demon God's head. I'm telling the truth; it's not dead. Now you've seen it, I wasn't lying to you."
"Is that so? The Demon God's head?"
