The Fat Demon King had already locked onto the powerful aura of the Snake Race inside. For an expert at the Pseudo Demon King Level like him, killing a Snake who had just achieved Transformation felt a bit like overkill.
But with the Demon King Slaying Order issued, he had to kill it, even if it were just an ant.
Just then, a young man stumbled out of the cave entrance. His eyes were hazy with drink, and he couldn't even walk straight.
But the moment this young man appeared, a wave of killing intent flashed across the Fat Demon King's face. His Demon Qi surged—this was the transformed Snake Demon.
'Hmm? He reeks of alcohol. Looks like this Snake was scared witless, hiding inside and drinking for courage before daring to come out.'
'Hah… No need to waste time. I'll kill him in one blow and take his Snake Head back to celebrate.'
