After the mist dissipated, the Demon Race leader with two tails found that all his subordinates had fallen to the ground, some were lifeless in pools of blood, while others seemed merely unconscious.
Seeing his longtime companions come to such a brutal fate, he was shocked and angry, then fell to his knees with a thump.
"Good sir! We're own folks!"
Ordinary Demon Race only knew that these sparse-haired, strangely-looking ones were foreigners, but distinguishing between the Western Kingdom, Polar Alliance, and Dragon Country was a bit difficult.
Li Rui tapped his plump cheek with an umbrella: "Shut up. I ask, you answer. If you don't answer well, you won't survive."
Yuan Erliang swept away his previous dejection, confidently translating.
The leader kept bowing: "Please ask, please ask."
