"An outsider race? Isn't your Household made up of various races?" I asked, feigning curiosity.
At a glance, they were indeed composed of different kinds of Demon Race, though all their fur was glossy black. Perhaps their different habitats had led to their current appearance.
"I see you've misunderstood. We simply don't want Demon Race who were enslaved by humans joining us. Our descendants don't want to be infected with your slave mentality," the middle-aged male demon said arrogantly.
"That makes things easy. The reason I said we weren't anyone's demon slaves is because we came from the Demon Arena Tower. We aren't demon slaves who escaped from the academy." I didn't believe they wouldn't be interested in that.
As expected, the middle-aged male demon immediately became interested and hurriedly asked, "It's said that nine out of ten demon slaves who enter the Demon Arena Tower are abandoned demons, and only one in ten thousand can leave. Even the academy itself says it has been countless years since any Demon Race came out. You claim to have come from the Demon Arena Tower—are you testing my intelligence?"
"Heh, do you think I'm plotting something against your Black Demon Forest? Or are you saying you think I don't have the ability?" I countered.
"Everything in our Black Demon Forest has to be obtained through our own strength, so naturally, I mean the latter," the middle-aged man said with a laugh.
"Good. Then just listen to me." After speaking, I took out the Heaven-and-Earth Pearl. In the next moment, powerful demon spirits gathered around us. There were at least eighty, perhaps even a hundred, demon spirits in the Spirit Manifestation Stage!
The middle-aged man and the Black Demons all retreated a step. After all, they were surrounded now. If I wished, this