Zhang Kui still remembers that mural at Ji Temple.
The mutated Drought Fiend with three heads and six arms, the Black Dragon stirring up rivers and seas, though not a 'Disaster Beast' like the Locust Demon, it was also causing havoc everywhere it went.
These two demons had their skins peeled and bones dismantled, crafted into devices for suppression, but eventually they mutated into Demonic Artifacts.
The two State Preceptors wielded the National Guardian Divine Artifacts and personally came forth, smashing the dragon bone stage, but the Drought Fiend's statue managed to escape with its head.
Who would have thought it would come here now?
"Hmph, just a head daring to cause trouble!"
Zhang Kui had no idea why the thing had come for him, but since it fled upon encountering him, its powers evidently diminished, it was a good opportunity to eliminate it.
Moonlight was like frost, and the cool breeze blew gently.
Zhang Kui stood on the wall, his pupils slightly glowing.
