"Huuu........."
Duanmu Huai raised his head, opened his mouth wide and took a deep breath. The scent of fresh blood, death, and pain flowing through the air entered his lungs through his mouth, akin to the heavy taste of tobacco, bringing Duanmu Huai supreme pleasure and joy.
"Hiss———————"
Just like savoring a top-quality cigar, white mist spewed out from the gaps of Duanmu Huai's nostrils and mouth, spreading out like the smoke from a steam train.
At the same time, a Demon General appeared in front of Duanmu Huai.
"Who are you? Are you also here to crusade against the Demon King?"
"Hahahaha, no, I'm not here to crusade against the Demon King."
Hearing the Demon General's inquiry, Duanmu Huai laughed heartily, then waved his hand dismissively.
"There's only one Demon King, killing him is meaningless. My purpose for coming here is just one, that is......"
"Pfft!"
