The next moment, as Teng Yue steadied his emotions and observed the demonfolk, his eyes suddenly widened again.
"Wait a second, why are there suddenly so many humans?"
Teng Yue saw several people sitting cross-legged at the very front of the demonfolk. The Saint Martial aura around them was terrifying to the extreme, yet they were not demonfolk—they were genuine humans.
Though these people looked different from one another, they were unmistakably pure humans.
What was going on? He had only gone out to kill a few people, yet everything had changed by the time he returned?
The next moment... Boom!
A Saint Martial aura suddenly erupted from among the demonfolk. Before Teng Yue could make sense of it, he instinctively turned to look, only to see Zhan Hu surge directly from the Emperor Realm into the Saint Martial Stage.
Then, an even more astonishing scene appeared.
The fur on Zhan Hu's body suddenly began falling out in a frenzy, nearly all of it dropping to the ground with a single shudder.
In the blink of an eye, Zhan Hu had turned into a tall, imposing middle-aged man with a broad, honest face. He slowly opened his eyes and said excitedly, "I actually reached the Saint Martial Stage so quickly too. I, I... have shed my demonic form."
As he spoke those last three words, his lips trembled wildly as he stared at the demonfolk fur scattered across the ground.
Teng Yue was struck dumb at once, then suddenly understood.
So the humans at the very front were demonfolk who had already shed their demonic forms. They were those Saint Martial demonfolk powerhouses.
They had all cultivated the first master of the Demon Vein's Demonic Battle Heaven-Constant Art, shedding their demonic forms on the spot.
Just as Teng Yue was