Seeing the situation before him, Mara quickly connected his communications with his new subordinates.
"Bring out Number 4."
Mara had a total of five new underlings. Tired of their long names, Mara simply numbered them from 1 to 5.
Within three seconds, a Peak Level 4 Mutant Beast, with a huge nose and a weird physique that couldn't be identified as either a pig or a dog, crawled out from the Demon Realm's Gate.
"Follow!" Mara waved his hand and ran off with Number 4 to a location.
In less than a minute, Mara had already led Number 4 to a place teeming with Demon Fiends.
"This is the place," Mara said. "There are traces of three humans here. Find them and then do as I instructed."
Mara blabbered on and on, leaving Number 4 seeing stars.
Seeing the listless expression on Number 4's face, Mara felt helpless.
It has to be said, why does the Ancient Demon Tribe hold the reins of the Demon Tribe? Other than strength, the most important thing is intelligence!
