In the escort squad, a warrior saw one of the five Demon Descendants with a scar on his face playing with a dagger and exclaimed.
"Oh? Are you talking about the guy who ran as fast as a rabbit?
Unfortunately, he's already been slaughtered by me!"
The Scarred Demon gestured with the dagger across his neck and smiled sinisterly.
"You bastard!"
Upon hearing this, the warrior's eyes turned red with anger, and he drew the broadsword from his back, ready to charge.
"Don't be impulsive, Zhang Shan!"
When the group of Demon Descendants appeared, Captain Xu Feng had already drawn his weapon and taken a defensive stance.
Although the news of a familiar comrade's death also angered him, his rational mind still curbed his teammate's rashness.
Hearing Xu Feng's command, the warrior Zhang Shan reluctantly pulled back his step, his eyes bloodshot, shouting at the Scarred Demon opposite, "I will kill you!"
"Alright, you'll have a chance later.
