Kurong and Fu Tian's expressions changed in alarm.
Another peak eighth-rank Demon Race cultivator had arrived!
Were peak eighth-rank demon beasts really so common on the Western Rong Continent? Could one simply run into one at random?
Song Wen's pupils contracted sharply.
The newcomer had a human body and a serpent's tail, with delicate, alluring features, skin white as snow, eyes cold as frigid stars, and long black hair billowing in the wind.
Her voluptuous upper body was covered only by two palm-sized pieces of scales—apparently from some demon beast—over her chest, utterly incapable of concealing their magnificent fullness.
Most striking of all was a crimson pattern running along the scales of her serpent belly, stretching across the entirety of her tail.
Who else could it be but the Crimson-Scaled King?
Song Wen had not expected to encounter the Crimson-Scaled King here.
Then he realized that their current location was likely not far from the Cloud-Drooping Plain, where the Willow Serpent Clan had entrenched itself.
Otherwise, the Crimson-Scaled King would not have appeared here, nor would she have seemed so familiar with the rat demon clan.
The reactions of the two rat demons swiftly confirmed Song Wen's speculation.
The two rat demons had long since given up all hope of escape. They had only wanted to drag someone down with them before they died.
However, the other three were already no slower than them, and both rats were seriously wounded, making their escape speed even slower. They posed no threat to the three at all.
Trapped in despair, the two rats were overjoyed when they saw the Crimson-Scaled King appear.
"Crimson-Scaled King, save our lives! I am willing to offer up every treasure I have collected in my lifetime!" said the Rat King. "I had originally intended to capture these