Demons came from beyond the heavens. Only by possessing humans could they avoid being rejected by this world.
Demons were cunning and savage by nature. They delighted in drinking blood, eating flesh, and devouring souls, using humankind as sustenance. They could not be eradicated, nor could they be rooted out!
That was humanity's basic definition of "demons." People feared and dreaded demons, yet very few had truly seen one.
Because most who had seen them were dead!
Wang Chen had not descended upon the Cangqing Realm all that recently, but today was undoubtedly his first encounter with humanity's great enemy.
Facing Zhang Shitou's ferocious attack, Wang Chen stood motionless. Suddenly, he raised his Wild Goose Feather Saber and chopped at the other man's head.
The strike was simple and direct, without a trace of flashy embellishment. Yet the saber flashed forth as swiftly as thunder and lightning, abruptly erupting in a dazzling blaze of cold light that engulfed the half-demonized Zhang Shitou!
Splat!
The next instant, Wang Chen and Zhang Shitou flew backward at the same time.
They separated at the first clash.
Wang Chen steadied himself and lowered his gaze to his chest.
Three long gashes had been torn across the flying fish uniform he wore, stretching from his left shoulder to his lower abdomen and revealing the inner armor beneath.
Pretty formidable!
Though his opponent had seized the initiative, Wang Chen had picked the perfect moment to counterattack and driven Zhang Shitou back by relying on the advantage of his weapon.
Yet the other man's claws had still torn through his clothing.
Wang Chen suspected that the demon possessing Zhang Shitou was not some low-level Blood-Sucking Fang, but something of a higher rank!
Of course, even without the protection of his inner armor, Zhang Shitou's hooked claws could