Don't I Look Human?

Situ Xuan stood in the sky, no longer the least bit interested in the Demon Race army that had been crushed into utter submission. His gaze passed over the mountain prison, over the four Demon God Pillars that had fallen quiet, and landed on the walls of Southeast Fortress.

There stood tens of thousands of human warriors, as well as two presences whose auras were especially powerful.

One was steady as a mountain, the other violent as a beast.

One firm, one fierce. They complemented each other perfectly.

The corners of Situ Xuan's mouth lifted slightly.

According to their agreement, Vassago had sent him to human territory, and he only needed to do one thing. Fight.

Situ Xuan walked toward Southeast Fortress—or more accurately, he walked down from the sky. His feet stepped on empty air as he descended step by step, as if he were walking down an invisible staircase. With every step, a faint ripple appeared in the air, spreading in every direction like someone had tossed a pebble into a calm lake.

He stopped a hundred paces from the city wall, his body suspended in midair, level with Qiu Yonghao atop the wall.

Qiu Yonghao looked at him, gripping the Holy Sword of Light tightly in his hand, but he did not draw it. His gaze swept across Situ Xuan's face, his chest, his body. He was judging this man's strength, judging his purpose, judging how dangerous he was.

The result made his heart jolt.

He could not see through him.

Situ Xuan was not looking at him. His gaze passed over Qiu Yonghao and landed on Ren Wokuang behind him. The broad-backed, thick-waisted giant of a man with a face full of stubble radiated violent battle intent from head to toe, and the blade of the