Having fought Yue Rong head-on once before, Qi Yun was already quite familiar with the scent of Demon Qi.
And compared to the aura Yue Rong emitted when transforming his human body into a Demon Body, this wisp of Demon Qi was clearly purer, though much fainter.
'A demon is lurking in this town?'
With his hands tucked in his sleeves, Qi Yun's eyes flickered as his mind raced.
In this prosperous era, the Human Race was overwhelmingly powerful.
While they hadn't completely exterminated all demons,
the Righteous Dao had a policy of killing any demon on sight.
As for the Demon Dao, these non-human beings—born of nature and nurtured by the essence of the sun and moon—were considered the finest of materials.
They would be skinned, their bones broken, their souls extracted, their spirits seized.
For a demon, it was better to be found by the Righteous Dao and granted a quick death by the sword.
That was why demons rarely showed their faces within the domain of the Human Race.
