Kana looked at the tentacled person and pointed, surrounded by a ground full of corpses.
"These are demon corpses, fresh ones. My scroll killed them, but they aren't good at handling these corpses.
So it's a temporary trouble for you here. As for the reward you need, just select from the corpses you decompose."
Upon hearing these words, the tentacles expressed a gesture of respect in a strange manner.
The eyes on the tentacles glanced around.
"Your clan is truly admirable."
He wasn't just flattering; he was stating the truth.
Raelia goes without saying, a legendary powerful being.
The God's subordinates must include several legendary strong ones; having one here is normal.
What concerned him were those Night Watchers.
Each at Level Ten.
In their eyes, there is naturally no such level symbol, but to them, everyone is at the limit of the extraordinary.
Every one of them stands at the threshold of legend.
There are hundreds here.
