"What a Great Demon of Form Transformation! What a Black Dragon Demon Lord!"
Hu Yi cared most about his people. Hearing this, anger surged in his heart, but he forced himself to suppress it.
But he only dared repeat those words silently to himself.
A Great Demon of Form Transformation was so powerful that his divine sense could blanket the area. The slightest slip on Hu Yi's part would alert him.
During this time, Hu Yi hadn't even dared to bring out the Heaven Grade Puppets, afraid the Great Demon of Form Transformation might notice something.
He gritted his teeth, hating himself all the more for being too weak.
If he had the strength of a peak Yuan Core Realm cultivator, then with the two Heaven Grade Puppets his master had given him, perhaps he really could have set a trap and killed the Great Demon of Form Transformation.
But now... besides enduring, he had no other choice!
He didn't dare contact his master lightly. All he could do was wait for him to come.
Besides, his master held such a lofty status—perhaps he wasn't even on Foxfolk Island anymore.
Hu Yi rose to his feet, his expression grave.
"I'll go to him myself."
At this, the middle-aged Foxfolk hurriedly stepped in front of him and said, "Whether it's searching for Jiang Taixuan's whereabouts or the Great Demon of Form Transformation's current actions, they're both meant to force the Foxfolk to bow their heads. But things have come to this. We have no way back."
Hu Yi lowered his head, concealing the killing intent in his eyes with practiced ease. He clenched his fist and said, "Then we'll bow our heads. Someone has to go."
Although he now commanded the Foxfolk Clan, he still didn't dare reveal too much to