The four bald brutes of the Demon Race roared as enormous Wolf Fang Clubs materialized in their hands. Fueled by the suffocating stench of blood, their eyes turned from black to crimson, their very presence striking fear into the hearts of every Sword Venerable!
Although the true strength of these Demon Race People was still unclear, one thing was already certain: in a one-on-one fight, few of the human Guardians would be their match!
The young man leading the Demon Race stood there unperturbed, allowing Sikong Yang and seven other Tier Six Sword Venerables to surround him completely. His expression never changed as he chuckled mockingly. "Tens of thousands of years have passed, and you humans are still so pathetic. You love to use your numbers to bully the few. Hehehe, very good. Allow me to give you a proper greeting from the Demon Race!"
