Kunpeng was utterly bewildered. The Heavenly Demon seemed to have vanished, and he had appeared in a thoroughly strange place. It was dark all around, yet heavy snow fell as spring approached. The ground was blanketed in white.
The surroundings were filled with towering buildings. He had barely taken two steps when a piercing horn blared behind him.
Kunpeng leaped back in fright. "What demon is that?" Unfortunately, the car ignored him and drove away on its own, while the foreigner inside cursed, "Idiot!"
Kunpeng looked around helplessly. Why were there Rakshasa Ghosts everywhere in broad daylight? That was not even the worst of it. This world was bizarre beyond belief; there was not a single familiar thing, and he could barely understand the language.
If the Heavenly Demon had still been around, communication would not have been a problem. He knew the language, and life would not have been difficult either. The Heavenly Demon specialized in manipulating hearts, but the Heavenly Dao had planned things well. Once the Heavenly Demon entered the Mortal Realm, it was difficult for him to leave. He had been sent straight back into Big Chef's phone to continue serving his sentence.
Once he left, Kunpeng suffered. The Heavenly Demon needed to absorb his host's power. When he departed, he had run off with the donation funds, and Purple Firmament had struck him with lightning as well. Kunpeng was battered and broken, and his current strength was only about that of an ordinary Little Demon King. As for magical power? Sorry, it was not so easy to use it in the Mortal Realm. He needed Fortune or Merit.
Merit was secondary, but unfortunately, Kunpeng had none. If he had little Merit, then there was no need to mention Fortune. The Demon Tribe's Fortune was useless