Alexander squinted, watching Yates’ every move, a faint impression forming in his mind.
"So it's you, the damn demons."
"Haha, you want to die!"
Yates was extremely displeased at being called a demon. Although they were often referred to as demons, they did not see themselves that way.
For Yates and his group, they possessed great power, capable of drawing on the forces of nature.
"I heard there are four of you in this generation. So, where are the other three? You call yourselves Demonic God Generals, yet you've become someone else's hunting dogs?"
"We are not hunting dogs!"
Yates glared at Alexander, his body trembling in anger.
Although he said they weren’t hunting dogs, deep down, Yates knew the truth: they were indeed doing the work of hunting dogs.
"Haha, I can tell by the w
