The White-Haired Old Ape
Of course, though Bi Fan had long expected this, he still felt speechless.
He simply couldn't understand how the minds of these demons worked.
After all, Feng Qingchen had said earlier that this place was a prison for members of the Demon Race, as well as for enemies their own kind couldn't handle.
If that was the prison's purpose, then if Bi Fan were a demon, he would never charge foolishly at the scent of a human.
That was why the demons' reaction left Bi Fan speechless.
Had they been locked up for so long that their brains had stopped working?
With that thought, Bi Fan gave a cold laugh, drew his greatsword, and swung it at the bull-headed monster charging fastest.
Bi Fan's strike cleaved the bull-headed monster in two. Blood sprayed everywhere.
Splashed by the unlucky bull-headed demon's blood, the frenzied demons charging at them immediately cooled off as if someone had doused them with a bucket of cold water. They came to their senses.
"Brothers, this is bad! A ruthless one's shown up. Let's run!"
Seeing Bi Fan's fearsome display, the wolf demon—who had been only slightly slower than the bull-headed demon—shouted at once, changed direction, and rushed toward the bull-headed demon's severed body. He grabbed half of it and ran off, gnawing as he went.
"Damn it, Wolf Nine! You really are a schemer. You must've known this would happen, didn't you? Leave me some!"
Seeing Wolf Nine flee while gnawing on half the bull-headed demon's body, a crocodile demon drooled and chased after him.
Of course, the crocodile demon didn't try to snatch the other half. After Wolf Nine's smooth, flowing maneuver, the other half had already been seized by the demons in a frenzy. They hadn't even wasted the blood