636 The Clash Of Dog Against Dog

At night, the two edges of the crescent moons hung on the arc of the sky, emitting a cold glow. The light scattered like a veil, enveloping the ground, causing it to seem incomparably hazy.

The Cloud Mist Restaurant, under the envelope of such a veil, seemed to be dispersing a dazzling radiance. Looking at it from afar, it seemed like a cold beauty.

Rustle.

The sounds of footsteps rang out.

The gravel on the ground was stepped by a foot, ringing out with a shattering sound.

A pitch-black figure that was wrapped in a black robe appeared. At this figure's side, a body entirely pitch-black was crouching, clearly that black dog that had the silver horn. The black dog spat out its tongue, and its eyes in the night seemed to be incomparably bloodshot.

Shadow Demon leaned the extremely huge God-Slaying Pike on his shoulders, looking at the little store that was scattering a cold beauty under the moonlight from afar.