Chương 1525: Land of the Fallen

Zhou Wen was pleasantly surprised. He never expected Demonic Neonate to be so useful. These three devils were likely existences at the Hell level. It was truly surprising that they were so afraid of the Mythical Demonic Neonate.

Hum!

The red devil released its claw and the Golden Wyrm Scissors returned to Zhou Wen's hand.

With the Golden Wyrm Scissors in hand, Zhou Wen regained some of his confidence. He stood behind Demonic Neonate and sized up the three trembling devils who were prostrating on the ground.

From their present state, it was difficult to imagine that they were Hell-level existences.

Demonic Neonate reached out to grab the hilt of the Demonic Sword, but she didn't pull it out. Together with the scabbard, she slammed it on the red devil's head.

The red devil didn't dare move. It allowed Demonic Neonate to smash it a few times, but it still lay there, not daring to resist.