The Demon Cave of No Stream was a dark and oppressive place, even the surrounding mist was black and poisonous, making it hard to breathe.
The original owner was tied up here by this group of Zhu Yanyang's private soldiers, had all his demonic power drained by an array, was thrown at the foot of the mountain, and then captured and taken to the palace.
Otherwise, the original owner, a white fox with nine tails, would never have been trapped by a group of human demon hunters.
Si Jin walked in slowly, his white boots stepping over the withered branches, the crisp snapping sound adding a touch of eeriness.
Startled, Xiao Yao quickly shrank into the pink quilt, peeking out cautiously through a crack with her paws.
"Oh, Second Prince, what a rare guest! I thought that with your current demonic power, you would be poisoned to death before you even got here."
The sudden sound made Xiao Yao immediately cover herself with the blanket, shivering.
The tone was rough and carried a strong sense of disdain.
Si Jin turned his gaze and met a black-clad demon soldier, who was also the leader. He was the one who had been in charge of the formation to persecute him back then.
"Ahem." The little fox coughed weakly and murmured, "The air here isn't good, but if I don't come, how can I bring you gifts?"
"You even brought a gift? Hahaha!" The leader laughed, his voice full of pride: "Lord Zhu Yan was right after all. Our young master needs to go through some hardships before he will behave properly."
"Tell me, how much does Lord Zhu Yan like you? He's been treating you better and better over the years, wanting to give you the best of everything in the world. If you hurt him, aren't you just asking for death?"
"Alright, I won't waste any more words. What gifts did you bring? Let me see, and I'll put in a good word for you with Lord Zhu Yan."
As he spoke, he approached the little fox with a smile.
"The gift is..." Si Jin began slowly, her voice soft, her fox ears still peeking out, maintaining her frail appearance: "Your dog head~"
The leader was taken aback, clearly not expecting that Si Jin, a useless person who had lost all his demonic power, would dare to say such provocative words.
He immediately scoffed disdainfully, "Si Jin, are you crazy? The Ten Thousand Demon Mountain is now under the control of Lord Zhu Yan, you..."
However, before he could finish speaking, Si Jin cut off his head. He was in excruciating pain, but he was still conscious.
His mouth was sealed shut by some strange magic, and he couldn't make a sound.
He could only watch helplessly as Si Jin carried his head toward the garrison's main camp, and then, to the astonishment of the demon soldiers, threw him directly into the center of the hall.
The force was so great that it almost splattered his brains.
Amidst the ringing in his ears, he heard Si Jin coldly order: "All of you, go together and drain his demonic power."
Upon hearing this, the leader's pupils contracted sharply, and his very soul trembled.
No, you can't do that.
To a demon, having its demonic power completely drained is like having its bones and flesh removed, a hundred times more terrifying than the human torture of slow slicing and branding.
It's rare to find someone like Si Jin who survives having their demonic power drained; he didn't want to try it.
Si Jin, you can't do this to him, you can't!
The surrounding demon soldiers were all shocked to see their leader, their eyes widening in disbelief.
What happened? Si Jin, this useless person who has lost all his demonic power, killed their leader?
And they even forced them to drain the leader's demonic power?
Dream on! He still thinks he's the Demon King?
But soon, the monsters realized that this was not a dream.
Good, what a bunch of trash, provoking us like this. They've even dared to provoke us at our own home. How can we tolerate this?
A demon, emboldened, stepped forward, intending to capture Si Jin alive: "Everyone, attack together! Capture him and claim credit with Lord Zhu Yan!!!"
The demon soldiers had all persecuted Si Jin before, and knowing that he didn't have much demon power left, they quickly surrounded him with the joy of bullying the former demon king.
Each palm was shrouded in a menacing black aura, as if it could riddle the delicate little fox with holes at any moment.
The next moment, boom—
The demonic power was unleashed in unison, and screams mixed with blood nearly overturned the entire hall.
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