The biting north wind howled past the cliff's edge, bringing with it waves of cold.
The voice of the dog demon was like ice, adding an extra chill.
Elder Monkey's eyes flashed with an imperceptible intent to kill upon hearing this: "Elder Dog, we are both elders of the Demon Hall, why be so aggressive?"
The little demons below trembled, without even the courage to look up.
These two great demons in the Pulse Condensation Realm held high positions in the Demon Hall; how could these little demons dare to look them in the eye?
At this moment, as the two elders were at each other's throats, no one was more tormented than this innocent little demon.
Elder Dog's robe sleeves fluttered, his sharp white fangs glistening coldly in the wind: "If you can't bring back Qin An's head, you don't deserve to be an elder. Why should I be courteous to you?"
