"Who, come out!"
Sikong Yu raised her eyes toward the direction of the sound, and Ouyang Qiuhai and the others tensed up, reaching for their weapons, vigilantly looking around.
"Heh heh."
Outside the cave, a sudden strong wind swept in, carrying volcanic ash into the entrance, forcing everyone to raise their arms to shield themselves.
The wind came fiercely and went quickly.
Sikong Yu looked toward the direction of the cave entrance: "Demon Clan."
Everyone else also looked toward the Demon Clan. For many present, the Demon Clan always existed in their consciousness, but few had actually encountered a real Demon Clan member.
More often, the Ten Demon Hall, as the Demon Clan's lackeys, would frequent Ancestor Dragon City, whereas pure Demon Clan members rarely appeared there.
Ouyang Qiuhai glanced at the Demon Clan member; he resembled a human, wearing a fur coat. If not for some of the Demon Clan traits on his body, he would almost look entirely human.
