Truth be told.
This was the first time Su Chen had ever encountered a Demon Fiend. They were ten feet tall, one with the head of a bull and the other a tiger, both with humanoid bodies. Their fur was either glossy or as hard as iron. They were inhuman monsters, their bodies wreathed in a black, mist-like Demonic Qi that condensed into armor.
Facing the attack of the two Second-Grade Demon Fiends—the bull and the tiger—Su Chen didn't even raise his eyes. His gaze remained fixed on the carriage.
To be precise.
He was staring at a head amidst the pile of mangled flesh and bones. Even though it had been gnawed beyond recognition, he could still make out the crying expression on the face of Yang, whom he had just seen a few days ago.
"Still so weak, crying even in death."
Su Chen walked toward the carriage.
"Watch out!"
"He's first on the Martial Arts List, the Wind Snow Little Grandmaster!"
A furious roar echoed.
