"Hmm, you still don't believe that I am a Demon?"

Bai Yan chuckled and shook his head.

"If you are a Demon, then I am Satan!"

Jim Flick sneered with a face full of irony.

Although Satan was not an invincible existence in the Abyss Plane, his status was still very high, at least far superior to that of an ordinary high-level Demon.

"It seems I'll have to prove my true identity to my little dogs."

Bai Yan smiled with a playful expression.

"Snap~!"

Bai Yan snapped his fingers lightly and whispered, "My children, show these little dogs your true identities."

As soon as Bai Yan's words fell, all of the Demon Warriors erupted with a powerful aura filled with destructive force.

This aura was extremely evil, as if devils had crawled out of Hell, no! As if Demons had walked out of the Abyss!

In an instant, the eyes of all the Demon Warriors darkened, the whites of their eyes no longer discernible, leaving only a dense, pure blackness as the phantom outlines of level-four Demons flickered across their faces!

"Roar!"

Demonic Qi rose, imposing upon the world!

Signaled by Bai Yan, seven or eight Demon Warriors simultaneously released the aura of their true demonic forms, instantly filling the entire suite with a faint blackness as dark as ink, turning it akin to the Abyss itself!

Jim Flick was completely stupefied.

"This... could this be..."

Jim Flick muttered, his nose twitching slightly, with a face full of deep shock.

This scent was one werewolves remembered by heart! Embedded deep in their bloodlines, a scent they would never forget!

This scent was one that all creatures and species of the Dark Camp would remember for eternity, ingrained in their bones and passed down through generations!

"Demon?! He really is a Demon!"

The originally agitated werewolves suddenly stiffened, staring intently at the Demon Warriors guarding them.

"What are you looking at! Keep looking and I'll gouge out your eyes!"

The Demon Warriors sneered.

"You... and you all! You all are Demons!"

Jim Flick was completely baffled, as he reached out with trembling fingers, pointing waveringly at Bai Yan and then at the seven or eight Demon Warriors under his command.

My God, what have I done!

I actually doubted the identities of the Demons?

This is literally seeking death!

Jim Flick was utterly dismayed, and the suite was silent for a moment.

"Do you believe it now?"

Bai Yan looked down at Jim Flick with a smile in his eyes that held a trace of pity and indifference, "You should know what kind of end awaits you for repeatedly insulting Hua Xia people in front of me, and for earlier speaking offensively about my woman, right?"

Challenging a Demon?

Such brazenness!

Jim Flick could clearly feel the faint black aura surrounding these Demon Warriors, such a potent Demon Aura!

Especially Bai Yan himself, who despite seemingly casually lounging in the sofa with crossed legs, had an aura that became eerie.

There was no spread of his formidable presence, but Jim Flick felt as if Bai Yan was a Human-shaped Demon! The Demonic Qi inside him was so pure that it created a pressure even more substantial than that of the Demon Warriors!

Like a mountain, as if he was a Demon God who had emerged from the oldest and most sinister depths of the Abyss, as if a pair of strange black eyes in the Void were staring at you, suffocatingly oppressive!

Most creatures and species of the Dark Camp in the Main Plane feel a sense of intimidation in front of a Demon, and the more powerful and higher-level the Demon, the more they feel fear.

This was a fear that came from the heart, a natural oppression of the superior over the inferior!

Jim Flick shuddered suddenly, turned his head, and without hesitation crawled to Bai Yan's boots, his body trembling uncontrollably, pleading, "Great Demon Emperor, I really didn't know your identity before!"

"Slap!"

Jim Flick, without any hesitation, raised his own wolf's paw and fiercely slapped his own wolf face.

"Please, Your Majesty, spare me! I beg Your Excellency to forgive my insignificant offense!"

Jim Flick was frantic.

Since childhood, his clan elders had taught him how powerful and fearsome Demons were, never ever to provoke them, only to serve them well.

Because a powerful Demon has countless ways to make you wish you were dead, even your soul unable to escape from punishment.

The deep-seated fear of Demons in their hearts, combined with Bai Yan's formidable strength, completely shattered the last bit of resistance in Jim Flick's mind.

"It's all my fault! It was my foul mouth, Your Majesty, please don't take it to heart!"

As the son of the Flick family's Werewolf King, a man who used to be arrogant and domineering, Jim now had tears streaming down his face, whimpering and trembling as he prostrated before Bai Yan's boots.

Dare to insult the people of Hua Xia in front of a Hua Xia Demon? Dare to insult the woman who is his forbidden delicacy in front of a Demon?

Either would be sufficient for Bai Yan to rip out Jim Flick's soul and torment him severely!

Don't ask why a Demon would have the face of a Hua Xia person. The Demon Emperor is capable of countless transformations; even if Bai Yan were a monster, it wouldn't surprise him!

Looking at the other Werewolves, they were shaking like chaff, frightened to the extreme.

This kind of terror could be likened to how the people of Hua Xia fear ghosts and spirits. Even if they are unafraid on normal days, the appearance of some "good brother" or "filthy thing" would scare them badly.

"Alright, no more crying."

Bai Yan gently lifted his boot, stepping on Jim Flick's wolf claw.

Without the slightest force, it still made Jim Flick shudder, hastily suppressing his whimpers, nearly suffocating himself.

"I said, I came here to catch a dog. If you guys behave, I naturally won't punish you."

Bai Yan bent down with a smile, his expression carrying a hint of teasing.

To think of catching the son of a Werewolf King to be his pet dog?

The mere thought was exhilarating!

"Master! You will find that I can be the most loyal, the strongest, and the most obedient dog in the world! I am willing to guard the gates of the Abyss for you!"

Jim Flick immediately changed his tune, speaking loudly.

After saying this, he wished he could wag his wolf tail, but alas, a wolf's tail droops and could not be wagged.

"Not bad, you know your place."

Bai Yan laughed heartily.

"But, you don't yet qualify to guard the gates of the Abyss. Even dogs need brains. You can't even enter the lower reaches of the Abyss, so how could you guard its gate? Are you planning to make a fool of yourself there?"

Bai Yan spoke lightly.

Do you really think the gates of the Abyss are for just anyone to guard?

That's the job of the Cerberus, a level nine Demon known as the progenitor of all demon hounds and revered as a deity by the Werewolves!

Only it is worthy to guard the gates of the Abyss.

"Yes, yes, you're right, Master."

Jim Flick quickly nodded, desperately trying to play the role of an obedient dog.

Poor high-ranking Werewolf, he dared not be arrogant or wild in front of Bai Yan, especially after learning the true identities of Bai Yan and his companions, Jim Flick dared not overstep.

Even as Bai Yan kept reprimanding him with "little dog" over and over, Jim Flick accepted it willingly.

So what if he was reduced to a dog?

To be a dog for a Demon, that was an honor!

Throughout all the Species of the Dark Camp on the Main Plane, how many have desperately sought after Demons to no avail? To encounter a Demon was already an immense fortune, let alone to be taken under his command!

Jim Flick was utterly grateful in his heart right now!

Of course, he also felt some fear.

The more a species reveres Demons, the better it understands their temper.

Amidst the chaotic and evil Camp, the Demons are the true paragons of strength! Moreover, each one could not distinguish friend from foe, prone to unpredictable moods!

Offend one and they would cut down even their own kind! Each Demon could be called a tyrant!

In the face of such fierce creatures, what is a high-ranking Werewolf worth?

"To become my dog, you must meet certain conditions. Sign this Demon contract, and you can become a beloved pet under my command. As for how to sign? I need not teach you, right?"

Bai Yan said with a casual smile, waving his hand, and several Demon contracts appeared suspended in the air, floating in front of these Werewolves.

The Demon contracts looked like they were sketched out by lines of Demonic Qi emerging from the Void. If you ignored the Evil Aura on them, the craftsmanship and style of the contracts were full of classical flair, utterly elegant and noble.

"No need, no need! Master, we know what to do!"

Upon seeing the Demon contracts appear, Jim Flick's heart leaped for joy, eagerly nodding his wolf head.

It is said that only creatures who sign a Demon Contract can gain powerful strength from the Demons!

Why does the Dark Camp worship Demons so much? That's because their ancestors were once Demon Servants!

They knew just how terrifying the strength of a Demon could be!

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