The two men above Ancient Village were both exceptionally tall and powerfully built.
One wore a loose golden robe that gleamed brilliantly, like a walking blazing sun; the other wore a blood-red robe, its hem fluttering as though it had been soaked in countless gallons of blood.
Both had strange markings on their faces, and their features differed somewhat from those of ordinary human cultivators. Their brow ridges were prominent, their eye sockets deeply sunken, and their noses broad. They looked exceedingly vicious, emanating dense demonic aura.
After realizing they were members of the Demon Race, Chen Changming steadied himself and said in a low voice to the somewhat flustered Gu Nanguan, "Senior, I have nothing whatsoever to do with these two demons! Today is also the first time I have seen them."
"I'll wait and see!"
Gu Nanguan snorted coldly, showing Chen Changming no kindness.
In his eyes, Chen Changming might well have been a spy sent into Ancient Village by these two demons—first to scout the way, then to bring down an army at their gates.
A surprised voice suddenly rang out in midair.
"I never expected this village inhabited by Ancient Humans to possess such a decent defensive formation. It actually blocked my casual strike..."
The speaker was the man in golden robes.
He stood with his arms folded, disdain showing in his expression and an amused smile at the corner of his mouth, as though he were examining an entertaining toy.
"Mad Lion Demon King, hurry up and break the formation. Drag a few people out and ask them about the Ancient Human Clan's inheritance..."
The blood-robed man said impatiently, his voice hoarse and low, like two rough stones grinding together.
"What's the rush? Can a duck already in our mouths still fly away?"
Mad Lion