Almost simultaneously with the eerie voice, two minotaur creatures emitting black mist appeared in front of Oliver Watson.
At the same time, Oliver Watson noticed.
Apart from the dim sky and the blood moon, nothing else had changed. The surrounding witherwood had disappeared, and the desolate jungle was no longer there. He found himself in a barren valley.
The two creatures floating before him were each staring at him with a pair of blood-red eyes like giant copper gongs.
"You... what are you?"
Looking at the two creatures before him, Oliver Watson felt a shiver run down his spine. Both creatures seemed exceedingly dangerous.
And the demonic energy emanating from them was purer and more exaggerated than that from him, a 'Demon Cultivator'!
"Human?"
Upon hearing Oliver Watson's words, the two creatures exchanged glances, each seeing astonishment and surprise in the other's eyes.
"He... did he just say 'human'?"
One creature exclaimed excitedly.
"Yes."
