Zhang Ziyu's jaw nearly dropped, and he was left breathless by Wuxian's "Lord Demon Emperor." He then saw a group of powerful Demon Birds high in the sky.
There must have been thirty or fifty of them, each one incredibly powerful, emanating an oppressive aura.
Guang Xiaoyu braced herself, thinking that a formidable enemy had arrived.
Behind her, Chen Pingping gave a slight smile and softly reassured, "It's okay."
He had previously traveled throughout the Northern Border. Although he had said nothing, his presence alone was enough proof. If these members of the Demon Race still failed to realize what was appropriate, he would take action one by one.
"Mr. Zhang, demons again," Liu Dayao said with a trembling voice.
"Mr. Zhang, your identity as the Son of the Fate Energy doesn't seem to work anymore," Liu Dayao swallowed.
He felt the situation was different from before.
