Chen Yi ignored the two Pig Demons on the ground and instead scrutinized the honest-looking Pig Demon in his hand.
Its appearance resembled a wild boar that had gained intelligence, with a fat head and small ears, tiny eyes, and tusks protruding from either side of its snout.
It wore a shabby leather armor, crudely edged, tied around its waist with two soft vines, clearly something it had casually stripped from a demon and donned.
A few odds and ends hung from its waist: a rusty axe with a handle made of black wood tied with leather strips, a skull-shaped water bottle, a rope adorned with a string of unknown ribs, and two rolls of tattered animal hide.
Chen Yi thought that it probably carried all its belongings on its body.
After taking a look, Chen Yi pretended to be angry, widening his eyes, and instinctively curling his barbed tongue, as if picking his teeth against his sharp tusks.
Strangely, in his perception, it merely felt like he licked his lips.
