C263 A Demon World Sword Nurturing Talisman

Hearing his orders, the two monsters closest to the tavern entrance stood up with fiendish smiles.

One of them had a deer's head and the other had a stinky green mud running down his face.

In their eyes, not a single trace of aura was leaking out from the person standing at the door. Only the red cloak was faintly discernible, as if it was not ordinary at all.

As for the iron mask on his face