Half a month later, the clouds rose from the mountains, and the night.

"Whew."

A black figure crept out from the ground, with an emerald green horn on the top of his head, which was densely covered with mysterious patterns and exuded invisible fluctuations.

With his natural powers, he carefully checked the Wu tribe in front of him, it was already night, but the Wu tribe still had warriors patrolling, but he did not find the demon tribe hidden not far away.

This blue-horned demon

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