The person exclaiming once more stood out remarkably amid the fog and flying frost across the sky. It was largely because a thin, dark shadow perpetually shrouded the outside of their body, resembling a great cloak that enveloped the better part of their torso. Looked at closely, the shadow was like a living thing, rippling slightly even when that person stood stock-still, its edges shifting at every moment while occasionally spilling black smoke that changed shapes in the void.
Having achieved success with a single kick, this person flew down leisurely, staring at the ashen-gray shadow still trapped in the cliff face, and deliberately lowered their voice:
"Did you see it all?"
Responding to them was a string of sharp, ear-piercing whistles; that was the ashen-gray shadow trapped in the cliff face crying out.
To ordinary ears, this sound held no meaning, but this fellow clearly understood: "You're saying I'm strong? Rambling incoherently, what on earth... or are you saying you don't understand human speech?"
The ashen-gray shadow let out another flurry of screeches, but right after, that whistling was abruptly cut short.
Fragments of rock and gravel splattered across the cliff face as dust and fog swirled. At the very last split second, the ashen-gray shadow vaulted upward, fleeing far away by several dozen feet. Otherwise, he would surely have been sliced in two by that nearly twenty-zhang-long fissure just embedded in the cliff face.
The one who had struck gave a low chuckle: "Actually, you want to say you're of the Moon Demon clan, right?"
The so-called Moon Demon was a remarkably prominent, advanced tribe among monsters and demons, gathered within the perilous territory of the "Eight Sufferings Yin Prison" deep inside the Blood Prison Ghost Manor. Their influence was vast, and their strongest figures down through the