The owl demon looked closely.
Niu Er, the weasel captain, and that treacherous snake, the outpost commander.
Hadn't the Outpost Camp on the plain been wiped out by Human Race cultivators ages ago?
Last time, the Great Wu Demon King had even sent demons to check. Every last one was dead, and a towering mountain far from the Outpost Camp had been severed with a single sword strike.
With power that terrifying, the scout who reported back said the cultivator had to be at least at late Golden Core.
That had scared the Great Wu Demon King into scrambling all the way back to Desolate Ridge that very day.
He had left their bunch of lesser demons up front to fill the lines.
For several days, he hadn't dared come anywhere near the Front Line. Apparently, he had only returned reluctantly after the other Demon Kings threatened him.
Even now, he was still hunkered down at the very rear of the Front Line...
It was also that day that the owl demon had come to understand more deeply that most of the Demon Kings in this so-called Demon Kingdom were very likely a joke.
But Kunshan Great King-that tiger demon who had raised his banner.
He was definitely different from the other Demon Kings.
Although the owl demon had never met Kunshan Great King, it had silently repeated that tiger demon's words countless times.
If he was serious about establishing a Demon Kingdom, then all hope surely rested with Kunshan Great King.
But first, it had to face the three demons before it.
Humans had all sorts of tricks. It had to be on guard.
The owl demon craned its neck and called:
"Hoot, hoot, hoot, hoot..."
Beneath the somewhat quiet night sky, those hoots rang out especially loudly.
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