Red Heart Patrols the Sky

Mao Gan organized a task force himself, adept in assault, defense, and reconnaissance. Although their capabilities were not outstanding, they were somewhat famous among the Little Monsters of Ji Lei City specializing in God Enthronement Platform tasks.

Or called, "Ji Lei City’s Little Drilling Wind."

This time, it was the little princess of Madam Tianzhu’s household who wanted to practice a top-notch poison skill, offering a high price and urgently needing various rare venomous insects as materials. The reward was truly generous, so theirs was not the only team "rushing to work."

The task was released yesterday, but the reason they only came at daybreak today was that they had done their homework in advance.

Mao Gan, a book-loving Cow Demon, was different from those reckless types. He specifically researched the task and finally set his sights on a poison insect called the "Human-faced Ladle."

The Human-faced Ladle is overly active at night, and their team did not have the certainty of victory. However, during the day it was different; once they found the Human-faced Ladle’s burrow, the sleeping Human-faced Ladle had no ability to resist.

This kind of venomous insect is rare and fierce, with obvious weaknesses, making it a suitable task target. Mao Gan had heard it after spending several jugs of wine with an old demon whose teeth had fallen out.

In the Demon clan, the elderly who are weak and infirm are often disrespected. Many tribes still maintain the tradition of driving out weak elder demons.

Mao Gan was different; he loved interacting with those old demons, listening to their wisdom of demon life. Though he was often tricked out of three jugs of wine or a couple of gold pieces, he wasn’t angry.

He was still young and vigorous, confident of his limitless potential.

Although his bloodline was not noble, and his Demon Mark was quite ordinary, who says ordinary Demon clans cannot climb to great heights? Over in South Celestial City, there’s a Rock Rhino Demon King, with a bloodline as plain as can be, who still achieved supreme Demon King grandeur.

Throughout this journey, he had faced many setbacks. For instance, one of his horns had been broken off by an enemy earlier in life and still hadn’t fully regrown.

But the remaining one was honed to be very sturdy.

What he’s most proud of now are his pair of cow eyes.

Like great copper bells, trained in good Pupil Skill, they could see far away.

Within this team, he served as commander, scout, and attacker roles, undoubtedly the core demon tribe member.

While laughing and chatting with his brothers beside him, a naked... human? was reflected in his cow eyes.

The uncertainty remained because except for Demon Marks, there wasn’t much difference in appearance between the Demon clan and Human Race. Those ordinary humans who haven’t transcended are easy to spot as weaklings, while Transcendent human cultivators match Demon clans in every way.

Only the "Demon Mark" was a most noble insignia Heaven granted to the Demon clan, symbolizing the sacred badge of the current world’s Lord.

It’s innate, unchangeable, and impossible to fake.

Becoming a Monster General is a step the Demon clan must take relying on the innate Divine Skills the Demon Mark manifests. So, to determine if one is a Demon clan, aside from capturing the race’s aura, just check for a Demon Mark.

Mao Gan intently scrutinized the sudden visitor found in The Sky Sloth Wilderness.

The figure had a shiny bald head and sharp facial features.

Saying he’s fierce, he seemed a bit gentle. Saying he’s sturdy, his facial features were clean and mild.

This truly was a strange fellow, entirely smooth-skinned, without even eyebrows.

Similar to that... race from the west?

With a curved jawbone, giving a somewhat sharp impression.

Deep shoulder sockets, as if they could hold some frost and snow.

The muscle lines were so clear as if etched by a blade, with a beauty akin to glaciers chiseled by the elements.

Yet what truly raised Mao Gan’s caution were the terrifying scars crisscrossing this fellow’s chest muscles and abdominal muscles... so menacing, like deep ravines on an unending mountain range.

This strange fellow who didn’t like wearing clothes was undoubtedly a dangerous figure.

Seems like there’s no Demon Mark?

Following the abdominal muscles’ contours, Mao Gan’s vigilant gaze moved downward...

Bang!

Rumble.

A massive head rolled on the ground a few times, with the intact horn leaning against the earth, and the lifeless pair of copper bell eyes staring blankly at the sky.

Thus abruptly ended his life.

After a night of clandestine trekking, Jiang Wang, unaware of his location, stepped forward, swiftly slaughtering three Demon Clan Warriors with his Sword Qi before sheathing it.

Only two Demon clans remained trembling.

Jiang Wang calmly squatted down, peeling off one of the similar-sized Demon clan’s armor—the reason for killing him first was this.

While leisurely dressing, he addressed the two remaining Demon clans, "I ask, you answer, got it?"

He was speaking the Tao Language now, with sounds conveying meaning, ensuring smooth communication.

Having mastered the Tao Path, achieving a God Arrives without regret, omission, or deficiency, he long possessed the ability to express Tao. Writing Taoist Text, speaking Tao Language, were both at his command.

Of course, compared to ordinary Human Race language, speaking Tao Language and writing Taoist Text were both an expenditure. It wasn’t quite friendly to his current physical condition, yet he exuded calmness, coldness, and immense pressure.

Not knowing what was happening, just walking along and then one teammate after another died. The two remaining Demon clans, a Monkey Demon and a Horse Monster, were all terrified out of their wits, legs trembling incessantly, and apart from nodding, they had no other reaction for a while.

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