Of course, it took half an hour for Jim Flick to awaken.
Jim Flick felt restrained around his neck. Struggling to hold up his thick forelimbs, he growled, shaking his head and raising his paw to tear at it, only to find a thick dog chain around his neck!
Damn it, who put this on me!
Jim Flick had just awoken, his mind somewhat muddled, but his irritable werewolf nature made him instantly roar: "Roar!"
His voice was filled with anger and humiliation as he tried to tear apart the ordinary iron dog chain.
"I warn you, don't destroy it."
Bai Yan's voice came from the side.
Jim Flick's paw stiffened. He twisted his wolf's head, staring coldly at Bai Yan, "You put this thing on me?"
"You should feel honored."
Bai Yan held a cigar between his fingers, slowly exhaling a puff of smoke that hit Jim Flick's wolf face, his expression still amiable and gentle.
Did this arrogant stance give off a bit of a villainous BOSS vibe?
Well, it doesn't matter; after all, demons are the ultimate villains.
"You deserve to die!"
Jim Flick roared, leaping towards Bai Yan.
"Whoosh!"
Bai Yan lightly flicked the dog chain in his left hand, and the artisanal force of an SSS-class warrior carried through the iron, tightening the chain around Jim Flick's neck.
Instantly, the iron chain tightened and pulled Jim Flick back harshly, making him fall to the floor with a thud, humiliatingly laying next to Bai Yan's leather boot.
A mere flick made the powerful high-level werewolf lose his strength.
"You're an abnormal above SS class..."
Jim Flick was shocked, his wolf eyes narrowing slightly, looking at Bai Yan with hateful eyes.
"To be precise, I am SSS class."
Bai Yan smiled indifferently.
"Even so, you can't humiliate us like this!"
Jim Flick turned to see his bodyguards, these proud people, each one with their heads lowered, dog chains around their necks, the other ends held by Demon Warriors.
"Roar! Better to be killed than humiliated! Hua Xia people, you should abide by your ancestors' teachings!"
Jim Flick turned his head, his wolf eyes bloodshot as he looked at Bai Yan, those eyes filled with pain.
For the proud werewolves, being put on a dog chain was an immense humiliation!
He would rather die than be treated like a dog!
He is the son of the noble Wolf King!
"Sorry, although I am from Hua Xia, I am also a demon. I don't like to be overly principled with my enemies."
Bai Yan stood up, his boot lightly stepping on Jim Flick's head, leaning down and looking at him with a smile, softly saying, "You should know, demons are always very bad..."
"Demon?"
Jim Flick's initially humiliated expression froze, looking somewhat dazed at Bai Yan.
The boot that Bai Yan stepped on his head with was ignored by Jim Flick.
No other reason but because this statement was too shocking!
In the Dark Camp, there has always been an ancient legend: it is said that all non-human species within the Dark Camp of the Main Plane, including the Blood Clan, Black Knights, Wizards, Dark Mages, and even the Werewolf Clan, came from the faraway Abyssal Plane.
These species of the Dark Camp are mostly branches of the Abyssal Plane species. The Abyss is vast, with countless layers and numerous species within; of course, the most powerful and noblest are undoubtedly the demons.
In the Abyssal Plane, demons are truly the supreme rulers, and the so-called proud werewolves?
They are merely a breed left from the lowly Abyssal Cerberus mixing with other demons, possessing certain regenerative abilities, strength, and agility. Although they seem powerful in the Main Plane, they are in fact just the doorkeepers for demons!
To be honest, some high-ranking Demons see maintaining these Werewolves as less impressive than raising a few Abyssal Cerberuses.
"Liar, you Chinese trickster! How could you possibly be an ancient and noble Demon!"
Jim Flick's gaze grew slightly vacant, then with a low growl, he looked at Bai Yan with thick sarcasm in his wolfish eyes: "You are strong, at least stronger than me, but you are no match for the great Demon Emperors!"
"Roar!"
Several high-ranking Werewolves who had originally hung their heads low, not daring to resist the Demon Warriors, upon hearing Bai Yan's words, bellowed in anger.
"Chinese! You can defeat us, but we will never allow you to besmirch the glory of the Demons! That is the supreme existence of the Dark Camp!"
The Werewolves roared furiously.
"Silence!"
Enraged, the Demon Warriors shouted coldly, their iron fists without a hint of courtesy pounding down!
"Roar! We'd rather die than let you humiliate the great Demons!"
"No one can impersonate a Demon! You lowly Chinese, you shall never pose as the Demon Emperors!"
"We Werewolves are the born servants of the Demon Emperors, our noses can smell the scent of Demons, you cannot deceive us! Lowly Chinese!"
The Werewolves howled and growled, their gaze locked on Bai Yan, unyielding even against the searing pain of the Demon Warriors' iron fists.
Well, it could be seen that these Werewolves greatly adored the Demons.
Bai Yan smiled casually, flicking the ash from his cigarette, and smiled at Jim Flick: "What? You don't believe me when I say I'm a Demon?"
"How could a lowly member of the yellow race possibly be a noble Demon? Are you treating me like a three-year-old child?"
Jim Flick smirked coldly, his gaze fixed on Bai Yan, suddenly drawing a grim smile at the corner of his mouth: "I am no match in skill, I concede! But you shall never insult the Demon Emperors in front of me!"
Bai Yan didn't realize, for the people of the Dark Camp, the dream of returning to the Abyss spanned countless years!
Including the Werewolves, all species within the Dark Camp held extreme adoration and fervor for the Demons, a belief originating from the depths of their racial bloodline!
Just as the Chinese hold faith in the Eastern Divine Dragon.
"What if I insist on saying I'm a Demon?"
Bai Yan looked at Jim Flick with a mockingly amused expression.
"Then I'd rather die than kill you!"
Jim Flick growled lowly, his voice devoid of his previous anger, filled instead with deep-seated hatred.
For any species or ethnicity, if someone insults their faith, they will certainly respond with blood, in defense of their honor!
This is similar to the fate that would befall anyone who dares insult the Descendants of Yanhuang among the Chinese.
This is a matter of blood, deeply ingrained in the bloodlines of each species.
"You can't kill me."
Bai Yan said indifferently.
"How would I know if I don't try!"
Jim Flick's gaze was fierce, like a hound that had seen the person who attacked its master, with a savage light flashing in his eyes.
"Hehe, good, I quite like dogs like you."
Bai Yan nodded with a smiling approval.
"Roar! Damn it! If you have the guts, kill me! Are all Chinese as despicable and shameless as you, only capable of insulting captives with words!"
Jim Flick struggled furiously, but Bai Yan's boot was pressing down firmly on him, rendering him immobile, his gaze intently fixed on Bai Yan.
The other Werewolves also struggled incessantly, their muscles bulging ever more, and under the provocation of Bai Yan's words, the strength of these Werewolves actually improved slightly.
It appears that the position of the Demon Race from the Abyssal Plane in the hearts of the species of the Dark Camp on the Main Plane is indeed unattainably holy and revered.
This is much like how the Priests from the Bright Church worship the Father God with utmost devotion.
The Dark Camp, undoubtedly, holds the deepest adoration and fervent belief for the Demons of the Abyssal Plane, known as the Source of All Evil.
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