Only about a hundred Ox Power Demons, their Cultivation powerful and their bodies brimming with energy, were still fighting over the food.
Yang Jing's gaze landed on one of them. This Ox Power Demon had the flesh it had just secured snatched away twice in a row, and its eyes were already turning red with fury.
He secretly activated the Demon-Catching Tripod, releasing a nearly undetectable wisp of Five Aggregates Demon Qi that burrowed into the demon's body.
At first, the Ox Power Demon showed no signs of anything unusual. But when it failed to snatch any flesh for a third time, it suddenly exploded with rage.
"Motherfuckers! You worthless Beast Demons, you're no better than pigs and dogs! How dare you make a fool of me!"
He roared in fury, launched himself into the air, and flew into the middle of the Beast Demons. Grabbing one, he lifted it with both hands and twisted it with all his might, as if wringing out a wet towel.
