The battle outside Beifeng City lasted less than an hour, and even the last half-hour couldn't be called a battle.
When Baron Ges came to his senses, both of his faces were swollen, as if stung by bees, and he couldn't remember what happened at all.
"Thank Lord Demon King for his mercy, if it were before, we surely would have skewered you on a flagpole, just as you've done before."
It seemed the Little Demon, not yet as long as his arm, was laughing at him, his sinister gaze causing Ges to shiver and feel cold down his spine.
Of course.
A part of the reason was the cold.
Fortunately, the Little Demons didn't let him stay in the snow for too long, soon pulling him, tied up with ropes, into the fortress under Beifeng Mountain.
However, once he crossed the gate, everything that appeared before him was unexpected.
It wasn't the sinister place he imagined, there weren't racks of human skins nor towers made of bones.
