"Who's there?"
"Where are you from? You haven't been suppressed? Did Heaven's Prison miss you somehow?"
"Ahhh—stop it, fuck!"
The startled demon was blasted to the ground by a thick bolt of lightning, screaming in agony.
"Wait, you're carrying the aura from outside. Goddamn it—you're one of Heaven's Prison's Martial Artist wardens!"
The demon scrambled up, suddenly coming to his senses, glaring malevolently at Xu Yang and roaring, "You little bastard, still wet behind the ears—come here and die for daddy!"
He looked just like a cat that had caught a whiff of blood, eyes gleaming as he lunged madly forward.
Xu Yang's mouth twitched—what the hell is this guy, does he have rabies or something?
Then again, after being locked up here and tortured for hundreds of years, anyone would be insane by now.
Boom!
Lightning poured down like rain, blasting a huge pit in the ground.
