Captured by humans and locked away in a sunless cage, its resentment ran deep. Now that it could see the light of day again, eating human flesh and drinking human blood was the best form of revenge.
Suddenly, the sound of rolling Celestial Thunder reached the Demon's ears, and it froze.
'Can I return to the Yaoling Mountain Range?' It could hardly believe it. The Yaoling Mountain Range was such a beautiful place, teeming with Demon Fiends and rich with nature's spiritual energy. How it missed that place—missed it more than anything.
'King of the Snake Clan? We're not allowed to keep killing humans?' the Demon muttered to itself, then grew furious. 'Utter nonsense! It wasn't you who opened the gates of the Demon Prison. It was clearly the Supreme Monarch of the Weasel clan who saved us!'
Other Demons might not have known who opened the prison gates, but this one did. It was a Weasel that had become a Demon, one that had already cultivated to the Peak second Rank.
