On this day, Bachman was walking alone to his ho after patrolling his district as usual.
At this mont, you might ask, hasn’t this city already been occupied by the Demon Race?
Then why is there a need for patrol?
Actually, that’s not the case!
Due to the sheer size of this city, the Demon Race has not been able to conduct a full-scale search of all areas.
This has resulted in so hidden enemies (Hundred Races) still not being discovered in the city.
To prevent these remaining enemies from picking them off one by one, the three Demon Monarchs have not dispersed the Demon Race armies but rather concentrated their strength to guard three key areas.
At the sa ti, due to the formidable strength of the Demon Race, these remaining forces can do nothing but hide and cling to a last thread of survival.
The so-called patrols seem more like a ans to find sothing to do amidst their dull lives.
After all, over the past centuries, apart from encountering a few innocuous sneak attacks, nothing unexpected has happened.
Moreover.
The three Demon Monarchs in the city’s triumvirate have also tacitly chosen to accept the status quo, enjoying this rare blissful ti.
After all, only here can they display their power, qualifying them to enjoy everything here.
In the Abyssal Demon Realm, are there not millions of small Demon Monarchs?
Such an easy and carefree life would never be theirs to enjoy there.
Bachman dragged his weapon, a massive teor Hamr, and leisurely walked towards his cabin.
The massive teor Hamr left clear scratches on the White Jade Stone Slab ground.
Seeing the scarred White Jade Stone Slab, one could tell this wasn’t Bachman’s first ti doing this.
Fortunately, this White Jade Stone Slab, made of so unknown material, only suffered surface damage despite the teor Hamr’s constant friction.
"Bang!"
Just as Bachman passed by a residential area, a noise from a falling object suddenly ca from one of the houses.
Bachman suddenly stopped in his tracks, and his deep-set eye sockets, with a pair of inhuman green pupils, stared at the house where the noise just occurred.
This area falls under Boruzak, only those at the Demon General Level have the right to reside here.
And Bachman was very familiar with the few Demon Generals around Boruzak; he knew they were either out patrolling or out for a break.
At this mont, besides himself, no one else should be here.
But Bachman could clearly sense a faint life force inside that house, and it was definitely not of the Demon Race.
Although Bachman didn’t know how this person managed to bypass the strict blockade of the outer Demon Spirit army and get here.
It didn’t stop Bachman from feeling a tangible killing intent.
It had been many days since he last had at, and he would have to wait a long ti to taste it again.
But what surprised him was that a ’straggler’ would suddenly appear here; it was indeed an unexpected gain.
"Jie jie jie~"
The teor Hamr dragging on the ground was lifted by Bachman, and viscous liquid dripped from his mouth.
Two rows of ferocious fangs were exposed under the glaring afterglow of the setting sun, emitting a cold chill.
Then Bachman cautiously stepped forward with his hard-scaled feet, step by step...
Finally, Bachman reached the side of the house, with one hand holding the teor Hamr, while the other was on the doorknob.
At this mont, Bachman’s eyes revealed a ferocious look as he suddenly pushed open the door and swung the teor Hamr into the room:
"Ti to die!"
But just as he entered the doorway, he suddenly felt sothing crash into him hard, and he was thrown against the door.
A small figure seized the chance to dart out of the house.
Seeing the fleeting fair skin, Bachman quickly climbed up from the ground, grinning:
"Where do you think you’re going!"
Bachman had already risen at the mont the other party fled, swinging the teor Hamr in his hand towards the target.
With a "Boom~" sound, the seemingly fragile figure rolled on the spot, dodging Bachman’s attack, causing the teor Hamr to crash into a wall instead, which promptly collapsed.
"Cough cough~"
Even though he missed a strike, Bachman finally got a good look at the feeble figure, a human woman!
Seeing the exposed skin in the air, Bachman’s bloodthirsty desire soared to the peak.
"Stay and be my food, lowly human."
Bachman picked up his teor Hamr, taking a swift step to catch up to the human woman, with a hint of a contemptuous cold smile at his lips:
"Die."
"Boom!" Another loud blast.
This ti, the teor Hamr smashed heavily into the ground, yet the anticipated bloodshed did not appear.
The woman sohow managed to be three steps away from Bachman, and deftly dashed into another house.
Bachman raised his teor Hamr once more, his gaze fierce, and charged out:
"Let’s see where you run to."
Upon entering the house, he noticed it was empty.
Seeing the staircase going up, Bachman sneered and jumped in place, smashing the roof with his teor Hamr to reach the second floor.
Just then, he caught a glimpse of a silhouette vanishing at the staircase leading to the third floor.
Bachman mirrored his previous tactic, smashing through the third-floor roof, causing stones big and small to cascade down.
Countless stones and dust fell down.
When Bachman reached the topmost third floor, he was shocked to find that the prey he was sure to catch had vanished.
Bachman stood where he was, eyes red, inspecting the surroundings:
"Little worm, co out!"
In an angry outburst, Bachman smashed the teor Hamr into a nearby wall.
With a "Boom!" the wall was instantly shattered into pieces, and as the house collapsed without support, it turned into a ss.
Discovering that his target wasn’t there, Bachman stord out, grabbing the teor Hamr hanging mid-air, and slamd it into another house.
Once again, nothing was there, the woman seed to have vanished into thin air, leaving no trace behind.
Bachman roared with unwillingness:
"Co out, little worm!"
Then he angrily smashed at the surrounding buildings, but all to no avail.
After his frenzy, Bachman quickly cooled down, standing on the ruins of a demolished building, scanning the surroundings with focus.
At this ti, inside an inconspicuous room, Lin Yi covered Yuna’s mouth, typing a ssage with a serious expression in the chat channel:
Feng Hua (Public Channel): "Try to reduce your breathing rate, don’t make a sound."
Following a flurry of stone chips, tranquility returned to the surroundings.
Bachman stood on a patch of ruins, clutching his teor Hamr, intensely observing the scene around him and carefully sensing the presence of life.
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