The dwarf in the front suddenly raised his head, Meng Chuan and the three monks' pupils shrank abruptly.
"Damn, from a distance they look like those foreign blacksmith dwarves.
As soon as they look up, Buddha knows, this group of demonized ones are indeed not human..."
"Shh..."
Meng Chuan signaled him to keep his voice down, continuing to observe in secret without turning his head.
The face, which should have been covered in a beard, suddenly split open in the center, revealing three pairs of compound eyes, flickering with the green glow of the altar.
Liao Chen, curious and eager, asked:
"Is this their way of transforming incense fire divine power to provide for the Celestial Demon?"
"I don't understand either."
Meng Chuan spoke the truth.
This group of dwarf demons, aside from their fire-resistant oily skin, were merely of lower rank, with very poor perception.
Seeing this, the few people began to speak a little louder, their discussions gradually rising.
