Slaying Your Dog's Head

The only three people who remained clear-headed had naturally witnessed this scene, but they still did not dare interfere in the slightest.

If the population growth failed to meet expectations, the demon country would deem the village to have lost its value, devour the entire village, and migrate people over from elsewhere.

Besides arousing lust, the monsters' scale powder could also greatly increase the chances of pregnancy. If they did not give birth at this time, it would be impossible to obtain the population the Demon Race needed during normal periods.

The only thing that comforted them was probably that the monsters provided every village with abundant grain, ensuring that they could have food and drink even without farming. If one did not count the drawback of having short lives, it was still easier than working oneself to death in the fields under a landlord's exploitation.

Even so, they had still tried to escape. No matter how their elders tried to dissuade them, these young people had refused to believe it without seeing it with their own eyes.

The result was that they watched helplessly as those who left the village turned into monsters and then came back to kill them. If not for some force in the village that prevented lesser demons and devils from entering, they might have suffered another wave of heavy casualties.

As for challenging the Nether Tiger King...

That Tiger King could level a mountain with a single breath. Just watching such might had left them trembling with fear, let alone raising a blade to challenge him.

Just then, one of the three suddenly looked up toward the horizon, his face filled with extreme terror.

"Ha-ha-ha!"

A distant black wind swept over. A massive mass of black qi suddenly condensed into a tiger's head and