The demon soul that had been so arrogant before Monark had now curled into a ball. The Leopard God's eyes were like purple searchlights, casting two narrow beams that examined it thoroughly from top to bottom.
"Strange. How could such a little demon provoke humans as powerful as you? Is its brain filled with lava?" The Leopard God withdrew its gaze, tilted its head, and wore a puzzled expression on its feline face.
Monark spread his hands toward Su Ming. "See? I told you its brain is full of lava."
Wasn't that obvious? If this demon hadn't been so stupid, Su Ming would have worried that it had some scheme up its sleeve.
"So, did you see anything?"
Su Ming pulled out an offering wrapped in paper from his belt. It was leftovers they had packed up after eating hotpot lamb with Old Zheng during the day. He had intended to use it to feed cats whenever the chance arose, and now it came in handy.
The Leopard God casually hooked its tail, and the paper package vanished.
"I have finished reading its memories. What do you want to know?"
"See where they took Captain America. Oh, and Captain America is a handsome blond man who likes carrying a shield with a five-pointed star on it, and he has an American-style perky ass."
As Monark described Steve's appearance to the Leopard God so it could search through the memories it had read, he pressed hard against his lower back, gesturing at Captain America's muscular physique.
The Leopard God's gaze sharpened. It stared fixedly at Monark, then turned to Su Ming after a moment.
"Sorcerer Supreme, I think your subordinate may be an idiot. He actually believes describing someone's butt shape helps locate them. And I am a god. Even if