The middle-aged man paused for a moment, then said with a hoarse laugh, "I should be asking you that. Besides, as a monster, I've always been the one asking questions and never answering them."
Although Mirai had always suspected that this middle-aged man who looked human might be a monster, hearing him admit it himself truly surprised him.
Now that he knew this man's exact strength, even Mirai found things somewhat troublesome. After all, if there were only a few minor demons, Mirai would not be afraid. He could probably handle a greater demon, but with a greater demon present, his plan was basically impossible.
He scratched his head and glanced around. He found that the living room was no different from that of an ordinary human household, except for the sofa in the middle, which was ten times larger. Two women and a man were still lying on it, sleeping soundly.
"Was that monster really asleep just now?"
Mirai shook his head, tossing aside his thoughts, then focused on the matter again. After thinking carefully, he finally gritted his teeth and said bluntly:
"I really need the Shikon Jewel—or rather, I need to touch it. Can you remove the barrier?"
"Who exactly are you?"
The middle-aged man did not answer Mirai's question directly, instead asking him one.
"I'm not from here."
Mirai was truly getting a little impatient. This was the last time; even if things came to a head, it did not matter.
"It seems that even if modern people possess some powerful abilities, they shouldn't be as strong as you."
What the middle-aged man said was true. After all, it could be seen from the combined attack that had defeated the tiger demon with a single punch.
On the surface, An Chen's strength had already reached the