"Such provocation against our Demon Race. Very good!"
Niu Jiang's guardian's expression turned sinister as he stared fixedly at Wei Fan. He had never expected even the Dragon-Horned Deer to be no match for Wei Fan, ending up skewered and roasted alive.
"Old beast, if you're not convinced, come down yourself. I'll slaughter you too!"
Wei Fan crooked a finger at Niu Jiang's guardian while urging the Solar True Fire to roast the Dragon-Horned Deer.
Miserable howls rang through heaven and earth, making every demon and monster shudder with terror.
Too ruthless. Even these demons and monsters, whose hands were drenched in blood, were cowed by Wei Fan's savage methods.
"Our Demon Race will send an expert to deal with you!"
Niu Jiang's guardian gave Wei Fan a deep look, then transformed into a gust of demonic wind and vanished beyond the horizon.
"What about you beasts? Does anyone else dare come up? No matter how many of you there are, I'll allow you to come at me together!"
The mountains fell silent. Not a single demon or monster spoke. None of them were fools; against someone like Wei Fan, however many came at the same level would only be walking into a dead end.
With Niu Jiang's guardian gone, the demons and monsters scattered throughout the mountains began to disappear. Before long, not a single figure remained on the Demon Race's side.
"See? Even your companions have abandoned you." Wei Fan shook his head. He had not even used the Five Emperors Fist, yet these demons and monsters had already been frightened off.
"Please, kill me!" Grease seeped from the Dragon-Horned Deer's body, releasing waves of roasted-meat fragrance. He wanted to kill himself, but his Primordial Spirit was already restrained by Wei Fan's force of will, making it impossible.