Song Changming applied some force and casually twisted, the Blazing Flame Horn stained with Demon Blood separated from the deer head, and he took it alone.
Then he turned his head to look towards the blaze direction in the village, there were still many Blazing Flame Deer Demons causing chaos.
Under the firelight, the Blazing Flame Deer Horns were particularly conspicuous.
In his eyes, these were all Spirit Crystals.
In the village.
"No, don't, don't come here!" A mother holding a young child was crying heartbreakingly.
In front of them was a middle-aged man holding a chopping knife, glaring angrily, staring at the approaching Demon Race, and said fiercely.
"Demon, even if you kill us! You will still end up dead! The City Army and the Generals won't spare you!"
The man clearly understood that facing these cruel Demon Races, begging would be futile, only making them more satisfied.
