Having temporarily fended off Yang Yu, Clochi slightly raised his head, his black helmet transforming into mist that flowed towards the stub of his severed limb, materializing into a black arm.
"Indeed, I did not misjudge."
"I really wish you'd give me a heads up next time you decide to attack," Yang Yu said.
Clochi flexed his dark arm and spoke, "An enemy on the battlefield won't send you an invitation."
"Can we continue our earlier discussion? Tell me, why do you think Humans and the Demon Clan are not so different?"
Yang Yu's surprisingly calm demeanor caught Clochi off guard,
"I thought you would consider me mad for saying such things."
"The ravings of a madman can still hold value."
Clochi chuckled:
"Then allow me to share my 'mad ravings' with you.
I have crossed the threshold and visited the Demon World.
Their world really isn't much different from ours.
