Medeia stood firmly in front of the door, with no intention of moving even an inch. She wasn't going to let a single one of them escape and make her lose her points.
Although the Flame Dagger was more effective for killing demons, its small size didn't satisfy her at all.
That was why Medeia summoned the Abyssal Sword. A dark aura spread from its sharp blade, pulsing as if eager to cut down the demons standing before her.
More demons began crawling out of the shadows, slowly revealing themselves.
All of them had bodies that were horribly thin and clearly rotting.
"Before I start," Medeia said calmly, "can I ask you one question? Which one of you is Mr. Zhang?"
One of the demons, seated on a stone bench above the others, let out a dry, echoing laugh that bounced off the walls. "Mr. Zhang? He died a long time ago. Don't tell me … his son finally came back here?"
