None of them expected that once the dance started, they couldn't stop.
They danced a round with Diablo, but soon, the latter started dancing again.
"Why not dance? Chatting is not as good as dancing, making yourself feel comfortable is everyone's talent..."
Seeing the other side didn't seem ready to fight, the twenty-five-legged men relaxed a lot. They've traveled far and wide, seeing all sorts of bizarre things. A dancing Demon God might be unimaginable for ordinary people, but for them, it's nothing rare.
Someone even started to speculate that this Demon God killed those cultists possibly because they interrupted its dance during the summoning?
Fang Zheng had completely let himself go by now. While dancing to "Little Apple", he had quickly thought of how he planned to escape. Of course, the plan was somewhat shameless and embarrassing. But for Fang Zheng, what did shame matter as long as it wasn't his own?
