While Di Jun sealed Yang Gu and split the nine Golden Crows' Primordial Spirits...
At You Wen's arrangement, a patrol of ten Demon Race members, all steeped in Karma, arrived at the edge of Demon Race territory.
Beyond the ten-li buffer zone lay a small tribe under the Wu Clan's protection.
One lesser demon in the patrol gazed at the tribe across the buffer zone. When he saw two children playing, a bloodthirsty gleam flashed in his eyes. The urge to kill surged through him. He wanted nothing more than to rush over and chew the children to pieces, bite by bite.
He hurried to the patrol captain's side and ventured cautiously,
"Boss, we don't get out here often. How about we grab some Blood Food?"
"Have you got a death wish, you bastard?"
Panic flashed through the captain's eyes. He turned to look at the patrol behind him and only breathed a long sigh of relief when he saw they were all familiar subordinates.
Thank goodness no one had said anything.
He was not worried about the lesser demon. He was afraid someone else might hear and assume he had ordered it, since everyone knew the lesser demon worked for him.
The captain seized the lesser demon by the collar and hissed, "Ci Tie only just took us under his command. Have you forgotten what the Tenth Prince did to demons who killed at will?"
The lesser demon shuddered.
The image of his kind bound to execution pillars and blasted to ash by the Nine Heavens' Profound Thunder surfaced in his mind. But the sound of children playing drifted to his ears, and bloodlust filled his eyes again.
"Boss, it's not like we haven't done this before. We'll be fine if we're careful. Besides, it's been nearly a hundred