"Hmm, what a powerful aura, it's demon energy, how terrifying, how noble." Just as Tangyu was about to break through, he felt a dreadful demon energy rushing in his direction, causing his brows to furrow as he scanned the area. There appeared an extraordinarily demonic figure before his eyes, its beauty was enchanting, resembling an elf more than a man.
This aura of beauty would likely make any man feel a bit inferior upon seeing it.
Tangyu and Sun Wukong glanced toward the newcomer, clearly unfriendly, belonging to the Yao Race. And his strength far surpassed those previous members of the Yao Race.
"Who are you?" Tangyu asked.
The seventh prince of the Yao Race lightly curled his lips into a smile: "Today, I am here to claim your heads. You two have slain many of my Yao Race Zifu Great Powers, an unforgivable sin. I'm giving you a chance: will you take your own lives, or do you want me to do it myself?"
