The Hanging Ghost's face turned pale as he watched the scene unfold, his body trembling uncontrollably. When he saw the bloodthirsty gaze of the Demon Clan leader, his knees nearly buckled, and he almost lost the strength to stand.
All the other Half-Beastmen could clearly smell the scent of death. From the moment they had been surrounded by the Demon Clan, they knew they were doomed. But they never imagined such a cruel end—the fate of being eaten alive by the Demon Clan!
All the Half-Beastmen immediately turned their heads to look at the Hanging Ghost, placing their last shred of hope on him.
"Well… uh…" The Hanging Ghost spoke again, his throat dry as he forced the words out. "How about we help you capture the God of Slaughter and let you deal with him however you like?"
"Do you take us for fools?" The Demon Clan leader instantly extended his crimson, elongated tongue, wrapping it around the Hanging Ghost and pulling him into the air, rendering him immobile.
