Its innate talent was far superior to that of the average Bat Demon Clan, and by now, it sensed that the series of events over the past two days were highly suspicious, as if someone was calculating against it, challenging it. Currently, it had neither the time nor the energy to ponder over this, all it could do was to wait until its injuries healed, and then it could slowly plot and plan.
An old man slowly walked this way, and upon glancing up, he saw a demon standing under the tree. Frightened, he turned around and ran. Wo Tou currently revealed his true form, with a yellow face and fierce tusks, blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, with his right arm severed at the shoulder—an embodiment of a classic despondent demon, so it was no wonder the old man fled in terror.
