The white demonic beast, resembling a Snow Fox, was curled into a tiny ball. If one looked closely, one could faintly detect a hint of utter despair in its starry, dazzling eyes.
Of course, the Demon Emperor did not care about that.
The wound on the beast's belly was about as long as a finger, as though something sharp had sliced across it. On a body no bigger than two palms, such an injury was rather serious.
The Demon Emperor was not particularly skilled at treating injuries, but that did not matter. He carried a great many Origin Mall products with him. He had over a thousand bottles of Cola meant specifically for healing wounds, more than half of which had been looted from Hu Kuang.
The demonic beast could sense that the demon who had caught it was very, very powerful. Though he had deliberately restrained his aura, instinct would not be wrong.
So what was he planning to do next? Eat me?
Demon was a collective term for many intelligent races on the Tianlan Continent, encompassing numerous species—animals, plants, and the like. Sometimes, energy lifeforms were classified as demons as well.
To be precise, demon was an extremely broad designation. Relations between the various races were hardly peaceful, and the law of the jungle was displayed even more vividly than in the human world.
Just as the demonic beast had completely resigned itself to its fate, it unexpectedly saw the great demon before it pull out a bottle of something black from who knew where.
"Drink this. It can heal your injuries."
The Demon Emperor gave a simple explanation. He was not some bloodthirsty madman; he merely liked fighting. If he came across an injured little fellow and wanted to save it, then he saved it. There was