The only strange thing about it was its pointed head. Between its two bright eyes was a vertical pupil that struck anyone who saw it with a sense of utter dread.
The vertical pupil was dull and lifeless, made all the more eerie by the snow-white feathers covering its body.
Besides that, a sword wound deep enough to expose bone marred the center of the white crane's chest.
For a demon ancestor as terrifyingly powerful as it, its formidable demon body shouldn't have had any wounds it couldn't heal.
Yet it had deliberately left the sword wound there, clearly as a warning to itself or to the other demon ancestors in the Ten Thousand Demon Lair.
"What brings you here?"
Hearing that somewhat familiar voice, Lady White Bone glanced back. The death of a promising junior had left her incredibly irritable.
But the moment she recognized the figure behind her, she forced down her irritation and cupped her hands toward the newcomer.
After all, the reason she'd been able to claim the throne of the Third Lair's demon ancestor in the Ten Thousand Demon Demon Cave had everything to do with the one who'd just arrived.
The newcomer had once been the demon ancestor of the Third Lair. But during a battle leading a host of demons to surround and kill Leng Ningshuang, they had been injured.
They had chosen to retire while they were still ahead!
To prevent too great a disturbance within the Ten Thousand Demon Demon Cave, they'd given up the position of Third Lair's demon ancestor to her, since she'd been the least injured at the time.
The White Crane Ancestor slowly descended beside Lady White Bone. As the vertical pupil in its brow gradually opened,
the black clouds that had long been shrouded in thunder