Forcing the Demon to Evolve

Lin Qiye called everyone over because he didn't want to waste too many resources.

Now that he knew the ox-headed demon's identity, he no longer had to worry about that.

The ox-headed demon was the number two expert the demon clan stationed in the southern warzone.

As long as he could kill him, the credit he would receive would make up for the losses he had suffered.

"Are these the helpers you found?"

The ox-headed demon stood less than a thousand meters away from the group, and the distance between them was so close that he could attack anyone with a raise of his hand.

Lin Qiye did not respond. Instead, he flipped his hand and took out two hundred power of faith crystals.

Wei Tong and the others quickly stood behind Lin Qiye. All of them had grave expressions as they waited for him.

The ox-headed demon was not in a hurry to attack. Instead, he suddenly turned his gaze to Wei Tong and the others.