Wen Yan secretly clicked his tongue; Sparrow Cat's attack was pretty damn fierce. When you tell someone to let loose, you don't quite mean this much.
The gray wolf across from them bared its teeth in rage on the spot, slowly stood up from the ground, every muscle going taut and bracing to explode at any second.
The other demons at once fell silent and edged a bit farther away, all eyes turning to Wen Yan and his crew.
A guy who looked human, carrying a little girl who was obviously not, with a foul-mouthed cat-headed bird tagging along—yeah, didn't exactly look normal.
"What are you looking at? It's obvious you're wild demons, with no manners. How come trash like you is still alive and not skinned yet?"
Sparrow Cat got more and more fired up as he talked, his throat giving a little shudder before he spat out a chunk of scaly snakeskin.
At that snakeskin, the surrounding demons immediately drew back even farther. Clearly, they all knew what it meant.
