From Clone Hun Yin's memories, he learned that Hun Jue, whom they had slain earlier, was an elder of the Soul Demon race.
The Soul Demon before them had an aura slightly weaker than Hun Jue's.
He was probably not the leader of the Soul Demon race. There were stronger opponents within this Soul Domain.
The Soul Demon race had descended from Ghost Immortals and possessed the foundation of several hundred thousand years. In terms of accumulated wealth, they might be even stronger than Myriad Beast Valley.
Moreover, this was the Soul Demons' lair, so there would certainly be no shortage of great formations and the like.
If they truly fought, Wang Daoyuan was not confident he could win easily.
Yet if they fought fiercely in the Soul Domain, regardless of victory or defeat, the Soul Demon race would suffer grievous losses.
This old Soul Demon spoke softly because he did not want to destroy his own lair, not because he truly feared Wang Daoyuan.
Wang Daoyuan's purpose in coming here was to try to subdue the Soul Demons.
The Soul Demon race had been passed down for several hundred thousand years, and their ancestors had been a pair of Ghost Immortal Dao Companions.
Such origins were equivalent to an Earth Immortal inheritance.
Coupled with their inexhaustible divine sense and their ability to traverse Yin and Yang,
they had more than enough advantages to sustain their pride.
If he could not crush that arrogance, they would never submit.
They might even resent Wang Daoyuan for coming to their door this time and seek an opportunity to ambush Yan.
"Yun Yi, does that old fellow taste good?"
Yun Yi wiped away the drool about to drip from the corner of his mouth with a paw and nodded repeatedly. "Master, the scent