Suddenly, a Devil Race warrior pointed ahead in astonishment.
"Oh no, what's that guy doing? Why did he kneel?"
"Damn, one sliding tackle and he dropped straight to his knees before the man. Is this guy here to make us laugh?"
"How humiliating! Which squad is he from? When he gets back, we've got to teach him a proper lesson."
Just then, the warrior stood up.
"Huh, looks like it really was a mistake. He's going to slaughter that bald donkey."
"He's making his move. He's about to twist his head off."
His hand touched Jin Chanzi's head, then he pressed his palms together and actually followed behind him with perfect composure.
The sight made everyone's jaws drop.
"What the hell is going on?"
"Was he subdued? But how is that possible?"
"Wait, why can't I sense any demonic qi on him? Is something wrong with my spiritual sense?"
"Oh no, they're coming! They're coming this way!"
Everyone was astonished, even a little terrified.
There was always some fear when facing an unknown existence.
At that moment, a Devil Race Commander stepped forward.
"What's going on? Why are you all gathered in the camp? Get back to your posts. Don't you know you should be resting? We're about to go to war."
Yet his words failed to make anyone move.
Only then did he belatedly look into the distance.
Two figures shrouded in white light were slowly approaching the camp. "Just two fools coming to their deaths. You lot, go bury them. If they won't be corrupted, kill them outright."
He casually pointed out a few men. There was no need to pay any attention to insignificant pawns like these. They could simply be cut down.
One or two were beneath his notice. After all, the Devil Race's numbers were