"Lowly human, how did you enter the place where my race's Demon God legacy lies? Speak honestly, or I have a hundred ways to make you beg for life and crave death!"
After the eight Winged Demons surrounded Ye Zhen and his Mystic Gate Clone, they did not rush to attack. Instead, Winged Demon Venerable Yituo pointed at Ye Zhen and demanded an answer.
His gaze swept around before Yituo's blade-sharp eyes fixed on Ye Zhen's Mystic Gate Clone. "And you—being one of the Three-Eyed Clan with noble blood from my race, yet mixing with a human. What are you trying to do? Become a traitor?"
The Winged Demons were the Devil Race's main combat force. In terms of bloodline, they were slightly inferior to the Three-Eyed Demon Race, but the strategic value brought by their high mobility and extraordinary flight speed meant that their status within the Devil Race was no lower.
Ye Zhen and his Mystic Gate Clone exchanged a glance, smiles appearing in both their eyes.
"What is the origin of that blood banner in your hands?" Ye Zhen asked instead of answering.
In the skies, the void barrier rippled faintly several times. Several more streaks of blood light passed through the void barrier out of nowhere, appeared in the gray, hazy sky, then shot down in all directions in an instant.
The Battle Soul Blood Banner above the Mystic Gate Clone's head rippled with excitement once more.
Winged Demon Venerable Yituo also noticed the blood lights constantly entering this world. A trace of urgency flashed through his eyes before he snorted coldly.
"You don't know whether you live or die!"
"Go! Take them alive!"
At his command, Demon Venerable Yituo stood with his hands behind his back. The other seven Winged Demons—two Early Dao Realm Demon