In the next instant, a figure appeared.
He had a deer's body, a sparrow's head, and a single horn, with leopard-like markings all over him.
He was none other than Fei Lian, one of the Demon Race's Ten Great Yao Gods.
As soon as he appeared, a powerful aura erupted around Fei Lian, instantly enveloping the entire tribe where the Human Race lived.
"You insignificant Human Race brat, how dare you stand in the way of the Demon Race's great undertaking?"
"Now die!"
Fei Lian roared.
He had sensed that Suiren Shi had slain one of the Demon Race's Yao Kings.
"Rumble!"
The next moment, the aura of a Quasi-Saint came crashing down.
"Ugh..."
"Not good! It's a Yao God of the Demon Race!"
Under the pressure of Fei Lian's aura, Suiren Shi's expression changed dramatically, and his bones crackled throughout his body.
The pressure of Fei Lian's aura alone weighed on him like a mountain, and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
One had to know that the Quasi-Saint level was equivalent to the Human Race's Martial Dao Connecting to Divinity realm.
At present, the only one among the Human Race who had reached this realm was the Human Emperor, Huang Tian.
The Human Emperor had already been in seclusion for countless years, and had yet to emerge.
The surviving Human Race cultivators saw this and cried out in alarm:
"Ancestor!"
The Human Race cultivators' eyes reddened with fury. They charged at Fei Lian, braving the crushing pressure of his Quasi-Saint aura.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Though their cultivation was low, these cultivators feared no death. Roaring, they activated their magic treasures, transforming into streaks of light that shot into the sky.
"Heh!"
Seeing this, Fei Lian sneered and said contemptuously:
"A bunch of ants."
"Since you're asking