The resurrected demon, the tragic Four Little Strongmen, and the bond between Yun Jin and the Old Drunkard

Someone recognized Old Man Wave Sword, and excitement immediately spread across their face.

"It's the old dean! He's back! We're saved!"

Everyone cheered together, shouting their support.

However, the male demon, which should already have been dead, stood up again as though nothing had happened.

The bloody hole in his head was still there, indicating that this was not some rare healing talent, but the result of some other unknown cause.

"What's going on? Didn't the old dean just put his sword through that demon's head? Even that couldn't kill it!"

The Old Drunkard approached Old Man Wave Sword and cupped his hands. "Thank you for saving me."

Old Man Wave Sword hurriedly reached out to stop him and said gratefully, "I should be thanking you. Thank you for lending Falling Moon a hand. Otherwise, even with my return now, the casualties would certainly have been considerable."

With that, Old Man Wave Sword looked at the two demons, his expression grave. "These two aren't like ordinary demons. We'll probably have to find their cores to kill them."

The Old Drunkard said, "If they have no vital points, let's smash them into mincemeat. Perhaps that will kill them."

Old Man Wave Sword nodded. "All right. I'll deal with the male demon first. Just help me hold off the female."

The male demon threw back its head and roared, the piercing sound waves making everyone's eardrums ache.

Then it pushed off hard with its powerful, toadlike legs and charged straight at Old Man Wave Sword.

Golden threads as fine as hair connected the fingertips of its claws. They looked soft, but were in fact sharp to the extreme.

With just a light sweep, they could slice through the ground or buildings as easily as cutting tofu.

"What bizarre abilities. Where on earth