"You..." Lion Candle erupted with overwhelming fury, his icy and fierce gaze as sharp as a blade, making it impossible for anyone to meet his eyes directly.
The void behind him couldn't withstand the rage, continuously twisting, giving an impression of imminent obliteration.
Huan Ying yawned and said casually, "Senior Lion Candle, you seem a bit off today. Although I am a woman, I won't take advantage of your vulnerability."
"Xiao Wu, see our guest off!"
"Alright!"
Accompanied by a crisp chirp, an elusive spatial power burst forth from Xiao Wu's body.
It was as if he controlled this void, and with a gentle flap of his wings, he could stir up a strong wind.
With just a wave of his wings, the Demon Race army led by Lion Candle from Lion Ridge became uncontrollably swept toward the southeast.
"Huan Ying, this protector and your Baiyun Mountain will not coexist peacefully!" came Lion Candle's furious roar from the void.
