“Strange? Could it be that this demon is just like me, having become a demon after listening to the Dao at that Lingtai Fangcun Mountain? Why do I feel so familiar, even a bit close, to it?”

　　While he was still puzzled, he suddenly heard waves of miserable screams and startled cries coming from the mountain. Looking up, he saw that it was the very troop that had just fled from Qingliang Kingdom not long ago. Originally a force of over thirty thousand, now less than a thousand remained. Each one was in tatters, their armor and helmets barely holding together, tumbling down from the mountaintop, with groups of demon soldiers in hot pursuit.

　　Henry Clark saw among those demon soldiers monkeys, rabbits, foxes, wolves, badgers, raccoons, and all sorts of wild beasts you could name. All of them were little demons who had gained intelligence after being influenced by the Enlightenment Technique, each one charging forward fearlessly, driving the fleeing soldiers to wail and cry for their lives. The golden-armored general Henry Clark had seen earlier was also at the very front of the group. His horse was unharmed, but he himself looked rather disheveled.

　　“Demon-Slaying Grand General!?” Henry Clark raised an eyebrow, a hint of mocking smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

　　Just as this group of defeated soldiers was about to escape the territory of Tianyin Mountain, suddenly, a demonic wind swept across the land. Henry Clark's expression changed; he could clearly sense a surge of powerful demonic energy sweeping down from the mountaintop. Not daring to be careless, he abandoned his horse, cast an invisibility spell, and hid in the shadows to observe in secret.

　　He saw that after the demonic wind, a black cloud flew from Tianyin Mountain. The black cloud blotted out the sky and sun, and a suction force emanated from it. The scattered soldiers had no way to resist such a terrifying pull. In the blink of an eye, most of them were sucked up into the black cloud, after which there was no more sound. As for the golden-armored general, he seemed to have some training; a shimmering blue light flickered around him, as if resisting the suction. But this only bought him a few more minutes. When his strength was exhausted, he met the same fate as his subordinates and was sucked into the black cloud. At this moment, Henry Clark finally saw the true form of the black cloud, and at the same time, he understood why he felt such a sense of familiarity.

　　It turned out that the black cloud was actually a giant crow. This William King was the same kind as him—a crow demon.

Chapter 7: The Trapped Sky Cave and a Glimpse of Fate (Part 3)

　　The moment he saw the true form of William King, Henry Clark felt a sudden surge in his heart, as if some idea was about to burst forth from the depths of his mind, but he couldn’t quite grasp it. Only after William King had devoured all the soldiers did Henry Clark finally calm down.

　　After eating so much fresh human flesh, William King was clearly full. With a flap of his wings, he descended from the sky and took on a human form. Compared to the transformed Henry Clark, this crow’s transformation was rather crude—his head still retained the appearance of a crow, only with four distinct limbs, and his hands still bore traces of wings. At a glance, he was unmistakably a demon.

　　But what puzzled Henry Clark was that this fellow’s demonic aura was so intense. Compared to a freak like Henry Clark, who had exhausted all his demonic energy just to take human form, this William King was far stronger. Henry Clark estimated that this guy had at least a thousand years of cultivation; otherwise, it would be impossible to have such powerful demonic energy.

　　And judging by appearances, this guy was about the same as himself—he had just recently succeeded in taking human form. Generally speaking, only demons who had just achieved transformation would venture into the human world to stir up trouble, since after transforming, their curiosity about humans would be much greater.

　　But Henry Clark still had a question: this William seemed so dull-witted—he didn’t look very intelligent at all. How did he manage to succeed in transforming?

　　Could it be that his comprehension was exceptional?

　　Henry Clark pondered silently, and just then, William King excitedly shouted, “Children, tie up the rest of these fellows and bring them back to the cave. The king will reward them all to you!!”

　　The little demons cheered again. Although these newly enlightened little demons were all muddle-headed, they still knew that human flesh was very beneficial for their evolution.

　　Watching the triumphant William King and the crowd of little demons, Henry Clark silently followed behind.

　　After all this time, Henry Clark was now quite familiar with the ways of the cultivation world. Those so-called divine senses or perception abilities did exist, but aside from true Heaven-rank experts who had automatic detection at all times, the rest—like William, who was at the Earth-rank—had to actively sense things themselves. In other words, it was like a radar: Heaven-rank experts had it on 24/7, 365 days a year, while those below Heaven-rank basically kept it off and had to turn it on manually. In fact, for most people, the time the radar was on was much shorter than when it was off; only when they felt it was necessary would they turn it on.

　　And right now, it was clear that William King didn’t think he needed to turn it on.

　　So, the hidden Henry Clark wasn’t afraid of being discovered.