Yang Chen knew things had gone bad.
The Black Demon Clan was no gentle race. When their ferocity flared, they were terrifying indeed.
The moment that elder finished speaking, the crowd below sprang into action. Seeing this, even Yang Chen, calm as he was, could not help but wipe away a cold sweat.
Yet just as he thought things were about to take a turn for the worse, a chilling voice gradually rang out from deep within the palace...
That voice seemed to seep into one's bones, carrying endless majesty and endless cold, forcing all who heard it to submit beneath its might.
"All of you, stop."
As the words fell, everyone had no choice but to halt, for they knew very well who had spoken.
As the voice faded completely, a man with enormous wings appeared before everyone. He looked no different from an ordinary Black Demon Clan member, save for the pair of flesh wings on his back.
Those flesh wings were far larger than those of ordinary Black Demon Clan members—twice as large, in fact.
Such wings seemed to symbolize a king.
Yang Chen looked at the aura radiating from him, his heart filled with shock. The other man had actually reached the Nirvana Stage.
Seeing this, Yang Chen understood. If nothing unexpected had happened, this man should be the Black Demon King.
Just as he had expected, the moment everyone saw this man, they respectfully bowed. "Greetings, Black Demon King!"
"Greetings, Black Demon King!"
No one dared put on airs before this man. All of them lowered their heads.
Luona and the others did the same, leaving Yang Chen no choice but to say, "Greetings, Black Demon King Senior!"
The other party was at the Nirvana Stage. Lowering his head a little was only natural.
"Human,