Faced with such an unreasonable fellow, the group of demons could only accept their bad luck. Each one howled in despair, pathetically forced by Fang Xing to stand up and lead the way reluctantly. Meanwhile, Fang Xing directly forced the towering Wild Ox Demon to reveal its true form, leisurely riding on its back, his hand resting on the giant black sword, ready to strike down anyone who dared to misbehave.
In the Abyssal Prison, devoid of sun and moon, an eerie light permeated everywhere. Along the road, there were white bones lying around, or gaunt demons with blue eyes from hunger. If he were to walk through here alone, he wouldn't know how many would consider him a juicy prey to devour, killing endlessly. However, now that he had driven a large group of demons ahead to lead the way, it deterred other demons, leaving none daring to confront him.
