In a small mountain village tucked into the shade, the villagers had all come out to work the fields, though some were resting beneath the large trees in the village.
Beneath a large locust tree in the distance, more than a dozen men sat gathered together, rolling dice and gambling over small amounts of money.
At that moment, a mass of black mist drifted over the village and then stopped above the large locust tree.
After a while, the black mist descended toward the base of the tree and transformed into a middle-aged man clad in black. He had a round face, but his expression was exceedingly vicious.
The men beneath the tree sensed that something was wrong and turned around.
The moment they saw the man in black, they were all stunned. They wanted to flee, but they could not move.
"Stand still obediently. In a moment, I'll let you die quickly." The man in black smiled as he walked toward them. Though he was smiling, it looked even uglier than crying.
After taking two steps forward, the man in black abruptly stopped and looked around. He discovered that many villagers had appeared around him, carrying hoes and iron shovels as they closed in on him.
The man in black furrowed his brow. What was going on? Were the humans in this village not afraid of him? He was a demon!
He then released more of his demonic aura, intending to intimidate the villagers.
Naturally, the villagers did not stop. They continued walking toward him with their hoes in hand.
The man in black froze for a moment, then turned back to look. He found that the dozen or so men beneath the locust tree were sneering as well, sharp sabers appearing in each of their hands.
Alarmed, the