True Demon Realm Battle Plan

The Minotaur was bare-chested, his skin brown, a string of skulls hanging around his neck.

A huge snake as thick as an ordinary man's thigh coiled around him, flicking its black tongue.

He wore only a helmet covered in bone spikes. Thick bull horns continuously exuded black mist, and he held a White Bone Battle Axe taller than himself, each side of its blade embossed with a blood-red skull.

The True Demon's eyes were yellowish-brown, their black vertical pupils especially sinister.

Noticing Zhu Changhe and Yun Nianrong's arrival, he uttered a string of strangely intoned sounds:

"My name is Morag. I come from the Sacred Realm. I can sense the Sacred Realm's aura upon you. Shall we talk?"

Zhu Changhe and Yun Nianrong both shuddered. They had never heard this language before, yet they could somehow understand its meaning.

"Sect Master, what should we do?"

Yun Nianrong transmitted her voice. She was somewhat flustered. Merely from the vibrations in his voice, she could sense the enemy's power. He likely possessed Nascent Soul Middle Stage cultivation.

Such immense power was simply beyond what the current Profound Yin Sacred Cult could contend with.

Compared to her, Zhu Changhe was much steadier. Seeing that the True Demon had not immediately begun a fight to the death, he understood that the other party must have some demand, so he shouted:

"Can you understand our language?"

He did not know what the other party was plotting, but there was no harm in listening.

There was no other choice. He too could sense the True Demon's strength. The pressure carelessly leaking from the other's body made his heart pound in fear, as though he stood before a colossal beast that blotted out the sky and covered the earth.

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