At this moment, a resounding dragon's roar echoed, as the demon was firmly clutched in Long Xuan's dragon claws, unable to struggle anymore. Lan Muyang looked at the sky, his eyes filled with rage and bewilderment.
The demon that slaughtered many of his comrades was now right before him, struggling like an ant, yet moments ago he himself was almost dying at the demon's hands. If this were a story, the pace of plot changes would be too fast.
However the story changes, those who died cannot be brought back to life.
Xiao Qiang paid no heed to Lan Muyang's frustration, slowly flew to the sky to stand before Long Xuan. Under Long Xuan's sharp claws, the demon struggled hard. Upon noticing Xiao Qiang's arrival, he ceased struggling. A deep voice emerged from an unknown organ: "Human, do you wish to learn about hell from my mouth?"
