The fog was dense.
Wu Xiaode emerged from the boiling mist.
He was wearing that robe thoroughly manifested by dark light, and step by step, he approached the monster over three meters tall.
"Give it to me," he said.
The three-meter-tall monster shook its body reluctantly and shifted to the side before turning away.
Wu Xiaode said, "I'll say it again, that 'person' was brought by me, give it to me!"
As he spoke, he impatiently kicked the monster.
The monster still turned away, ignoring him.
Outside the arena.
The Demon Gods standing on the surrounding wall quietly watched the scene unfold.
"What's going on here? Why can he talk to that monster without any problems?" said the burly man with a black eyepatch.
The other Demon Gods remained silent.
The middle-aged man pondered, "According to ancient records, he should be a Death Demon known as 'Bright Ghost.'
"What is Bright Ghost? Is it powerful?" the cold beauty asked.