The rectangular passageway had walls inlaid with various eccentric demonic lamps, entwined in a two-by-two embrace.
Their postures exuded seductiveness, and the flames burning in their heads illuminated the path ahead.
Tap, tap, tap!
Sun Yan and Roken descended all the way down, the passageway extremely silent, with only the sound of their footsteps audible.
"Do you think we stand a chance against Asmodeus? That's a Demon God. The Jon Clan has worshipped it for centuries, and even a mere avatar might be too much for us to handle."
Feeling bored, Roken couldn't help but ask Sun Yan.
Sun Yan shrugged, "We can only try. I'm unsure, but dealing with Asmodeus is preferable to facing those bodyguards with guns around Jon."
"Sigh, I never thought that the appearance of an Enchanting Demon in New York City would have such a complex background. That Jon Clan is not simple,
