Sky Covering Demon Dragon

If an ordinary person were seen by that eye, they would probably be frightened limp—or even scared to death.

But to Fan Lang, that gaze was not so terrifying. He could face it calmly.

He knew very well what he had come for, and he also knew what the mountain of flesh before him was.

"Stop staring at me. I came to set you free." Fan Lang smiled faintly.

"Who are you?" The mountain of flesh spoke in a thunderous voice. It shifted slightly, tugging at the chains wrapped around its body. The chains clattered, scriptures flashing across them as they scorched its flesh and sent wisps of burnt smoke rising.

Whoosh!

A fierce gust swept over, shaking Fan Lang and Demon Xiaoyao.

Even bound in chains, the giant before them still retained some of its former might.

"My name is Fan Lang. As for the one beside me..." Fan Lang turned his head.

Demon Xiaoyao raised his chin slightly, waiting for Fan Lang to introduce him. However, the words that followed left him deeply frustrated.

"He does not need an introduction. He is just a little lackey." Fan Lang turned back around.

Demon Xiaoyao looked utterly despondent. This Great Demon King was doing worse and worse; now he did not even have the chance to state his name!

The mountain of flesh across from them continued, "What are you doing here?"

"I came to set you free! You have been imprisoned here for so many years, and you have even had to serve as Bai Ze's food, getting bitten several times every day. Life must have been miserable for you. Let me give you some good news: Bai Ze is already dead by my hand. I can give you freedom," said Fan Lang.

"Bai Ze is dead? You said