"Nai'aozu above! He must be the incarnation of Hercules Hai'ao Li's!" The acolyte muttered under his breath with a wide grin, watching the other party drag a mutated Moria leech weighing at least two to three thousand Moka without any effort. {Moka: A Demon World unit of weight, one Moka is roughly equivalent to one point three pounds in the Aegean.}
Hercules my ass. Old Liu shot a sideways glance at the kid.
"Elder..." The baby-faced male Lich gulped nervously, took the initiative to step forward, and greeted Liu Zh震撼, who was busy extracting the beast's blood, with palpable unease.
The unparalleled power of the other party forced him to behave extremely cautiously.
"Greetings, travelers of the night." Liu Zh震撼, with an air of nonchalance, initiated communication with the Demon Clan adventurers using mental power.
For this occasion, he deliberately found a flowery phrase from his memories of priestly enlightenment to set the tone.
