Special Demonic Mark, High-level Devil Race?

"Senior Brother Li Yun, did my Fourth Sister really turn into a demon?"

Kong Xuan opened his mouth, hesitation on his face.

"No."

Li Yun came back to himself and glanced at Kong Xuan. "She hasn't turned into a demon. She's only reached a state close to that of the Pure-blood Devil Race."

"To truly reach the level of the Demon Race, she would need the Devil Dao's recognition."

At those words, Da Peng and Kong Xuan breathed sighs of relief.

She had not turned into a demon yet.

That was good news.

If she really had become a member of the Demon Race, the consequences would have been unthinkable. They would not even have known how to handle it.

Crack!

Just then, a sharp cracking sound rang out.

They looked toward it and saw the demonic qi in the distant area rapidly collapsing and breaking apart.

Within moments, Li Mo's figure emerged from it.

"Grrr..."

A low growl like a beast's came from Li Mo. Endless demonic qi surged skyward from his body, lifting his hair straight up. His clothes were torn, and demonic markings had appeared across his skin.

"How is that possible?"

"Demonic markings!"

At the sight, Qing Luan and Zhu Yan'er cried out.

Unlike Li Yun and the others, they knew exactly what those markings meant.

They were a deadly sign.

To put it bluntly, if those markings fully formed and merged with his body, they would mark him as a member of the Demon Race—and one of the High-level Devil Race within the Pure-blood Devil Race at that.

But Li Mo?

He was merely a clone.

He was not even a member of the Demon Race. How could he possess them?

"Eldest Sister, what are demonic markings?" Da Peng asked, puzzled.

"Well..."

Qing Luan opened