Dark Sparrow stopped, a strange look in its eyes as it watched the golden canary pursuing it.
Countless monsters flew overhead. These creatures, being summoned and dispatched by the Demon Lord rulers, naturally paid no attention to the two little things.
Dark Sparrow's left eye, a pitch-black vortex, looked the greedy, yearning canary up and down.
As a Dark Curse elder, it couldn't even sense what the other creature really was.
But there were hundreds of millions of mutated monsters in the Underground World. Dark Sparrow wasn't a Nether Abyss creature from a race known for its perception and research, so there was nothing strange about not knowing the other creature's species.
It assumed the other creature couldn't sense its true form, either.
Otherwise, it wouldn't have so brazenly blocked its path.
Looking for death!
The Dark Curse Elder sneered.
Dark Sparrow asked flippantly, "Who are you?"
It spoke the ancient common tongue of the dark creatures of the Underground World, not the language of surface-dwelling humans, nor some obscure language acquired by devouring Gnomes, Dwarves, Elves, or the like.
At close range, the canary finally sensed danger far beyond what it had expected.
It was a faint, inexplicable premonition, shaped by its long life and accumulated memories. It felt as though it were facing an exceptionally dangerous creature. The Painted Skin demon, renowned for its vitality, froze in place and didn't respond for a moment.
"May I ask which elder of the Dark Curse Alliance you are?"
The canary replied in the secret tongue of the dark creatures. Dark Sparrow, which had been poised to attack, paused in surprise and held back.
"I am the newly appointed Dark Curse Alliance Elder."
Dark Sparrow's answer startled the canary.
It froze in midair.
The Dark Curse Alliance Elder was not only