Seven Star Island, Are They Demon Monsters

"Hmph!"

A trace of mockery appeared at the corner of the monk's mouth. He raised his left hand, and demon qi like thick ink surged wildly out. Within the demon qi, black light could be seen faintly flickering. Looking up, one saw that they were actually black runes, each the size of a fist, flowing without cease and looking extremely mysterious.

The black-faced big man's face turned green and his lips went white. An inexplicable chill of horror rose in his heart.

Just what kind of monster was this fellow? If he was a Demon Monster, why did he know the Mystic Phoenix Sect's unique secret art? If he was not a Demon Monster, then how had he come to be imprisoned here?

The Mystic Heaven Four Spirits Array had already been destroyed. Could that have something to do with him as well?

In short, this fellow absolutely could not be opposed head-on!

At this thought, the black-faced big man already felt the desire to retreat sprout in his heart.

After all, the Tiger-Headed Monster's fate was right there before him. Treasures might move the heart, but one had to have a life left to enjoy them.

Sharp light flickered in his eyes. This fellow sacrificed another treasure—a few marbles the size of dragon eyes. As they spun round and round, they actually transformed into several Wind Dragons, baring fangs and brandishing claws as they pounced toward that eerie Demon Monster.

At the same time, he himself turned into a streak of escaping light and shot backward.

But a burst of strange laughter entered his ears.

"Giggle... Want to run? Too naive. This venerable one has been trapped in this Ancient Demon's body for a hundred thousand years. After finally waiting for sacrificial fat sheep to come along, how could