When Little Grass and the myna bird appeared, a powerful aura radiated from the bird.
Sensing that aura, the pseudo-Demon Race immediately grew wary.
An instinct suddenly rose from deep within them: the myna bird before them stood on the opposite side. An urge to tear him to pieces surged through their hearts.
Their eyes reddened slightly, but the impulse did not drown out their reason.
The myna bird and Little Grass both noticed their reddening eyes. When the pseudo-Demon Race did not attack, the bird could not help saying, "Not bad. You can actually recognize your master!"
"Yes!"
Little Grass nodded slightly.
A Nether Race Quasi-Emperor among them asked the myna bird, "Where are we?"
The bird looked at him and replied, "This is the Barbaric Continent, not your Great Yi Demon Realm. The Demonic Poison and Demonic Qi in your bodies have been purged, so you feel weak right now. Give it some time, and you'll feel much better!"
"Demonic Poison? Demonic Qi?"
The pseudo-Demon Race looked startled by his words.
They had lived in the Great Yi Demon Realm since childhood. From the moment they were born, their bodies had contained Demonic Poison and Demonic Qi.
Those substances did not harm them directly, but they made them volatile and exceedingly brutal. Toward life outside the Devil Race, they felt an inborn, primal urge to destroy it.
That disposition had sunk into their bones and souls. It had almost become an instinct.
That was why Fang Chen had asked Little Grass to confine the pseudo-Demon Race and observe them.
With a light sweep of his wing, the myna bird summoned a mass of black Demonic Qi before him.
The pseudo-Demon Race gazed at it with longing.
To them, Demonic Qi was energy that could make them stronger, and