The moment he saw that familiar patch of grass, the image of Old Pig's head being sliced off with a single sword stroke surfaced again in the Wild Ox Demon's mind.
It flashed past again like a nightmare.
Now, which side was the dream?
Had he been dreaming just now, or was he actually dreaming now?
But dream or not, the Wild Ox Demon still chose to reach out and grab the Weasel Demon, who was still talking.
His voice was grave. "Captain! Someone's lying in ambush for us in that patch of grass ahead."
The Weasel Demon broke off mid-sentence and stared at the Wild Ox Demon. The other lesser demons also turned puzzled gazes toward him.
The Weasel Demon did not rush to contradict him. He studied Niu Er for a while.
Finally, he nodded slightly, turned toward the Rat Demon carrying a crossbow, and barked, "Ready the crossbow!"
"Don't!" The Wild Ox Demon tightened his grip, making the weasel's face twitch with pain.
The Wild Ox Demon said gravely, "Run! We need to run!"
Baring his teeth through the pain, the Weasel Demon said, "Second Ox! What's wrong with you? Do the ambushers have very high cultivation?"
"One of them is terribly powerful! Old Pig's head was sliced off with one stroke!"
Hearing this, the Wild Boar Demon glared at the Wild Ox Demon and said:
"What nonsense are you spouting?! You think all this muscle I've grown is just for show?"
The weasel ignored the Wild Boar Demon's rebuttal and instead asked calmly:
"Second Ox, did you have a nightmare and haven't come to your senses yet?"
The Wild Ox Demon said with certainty, "It wasn't a nightmare. It was real. Never mind that we can't beat them-as soon as we touch them, a ridiculously powerful