While Chen Jiuge desperately prepared the Array, hunkering down to protect himself, the world outside began to undergo earth-shattering changes.
On the plains, Dong Guan, whom Chen Jiuge and the others had spared, lay limp and covered in blood on the ground. He looked at the eight-eyed monster he had never encountered before and, in fear, stammered, "What kind of monster are you, exactly?"
The True Demon Clan member lightly traced a fingertip across Dong Guan's arm, causing it to drop off promptly. Popping the severed limb into its mouth, the True Demon Clan member said with intoxicated delight, "Nothing beats fresh meat!"
Grievously injured, Dong Guan was in so much pain from his severed arm that he broke out in a cold sweat and shivered. "What kind of monster are you, exactly?"
"Such a nuisance." The True Demon Clan member looked at Dong Guan with disdain. That gaze, like one would bestow upon livestock, deeply wounded Dong Guan.
