"Brother, I want to ask..."
Chen Mo approached to strike up a conversation, but the man with the spiky hair turned a deaf ear, fixating on the copper furnace and muttering to himself:
"This time it will work, it must work this time!"
"..."
Chen Mo shook his head and lifted his leg to walk deeper into the interior.
He had only taken a few steps when a black shadow shot towards him, and he reflexively drew his sword to strike, but a cry of alarm came from not far away:
"Spare the dog under your blade!"
?
Chen Mo's sword technique shifted, and he smacked the back of the sword towards the shadow.
Bang!
With a muffled sound, the black shadow was knocked to the ground.
It was a large dog nearly the height of a person, its fur jet-black and glossy, with two heads hanging around its neck.
One dog head was sticking out its tongue, eyes rolling back, already unconscious.
The other dog head was grinning at Chen Mo, emitting a series of stifled low growls.
Demon Clan?
