"Oh? So what you mean is, you made such a grand mobilization not to help me, but to hunt Fang Yun?" Ao Yuan's expression darkened.
The leader of the Demon Realm bandit horde facing Ao Yuan was Lion Dread Emperor of the Golden Lion Clan. He was over fifty zhang long and more than ten zhang tall at the shoulder. His ring-shaped mane shone like the rays of the sun, brilliant and dazzling, making him appear exceptionally valiant even before Ao Yuan of the Dragon Race.
Lion Dread Emperor smiled faintly. "If we were merely helping you, it would not be worth mobilizing our entire bandit horde. After all, we have even summoned Emperor Realm experts from the Ancient Demon faction. Our true purpose was to eradicate Fang Yun. Otherwise, we would not have invited the honored Grand Shaman to descend upon Dragon City."
Ao Yuan froze for a moment, then immediately swept his gaze carefully across the bandit horde. At last, his eyes fell upon an Eagle Emperor.
It was an aged Eagle Emperor. The gray-white feathers on his body could no longer conceal him, revealing much loose, withered yellow skin. He was exceptionally gaunt, only as large as an ordinary Demon King of the Eagle Clan. Yet his eyes were exceptionally sharp, and within them, two tornadoes slowly revolved.
That was the manifestation of the Eagle Clan's power reaching its pinnacle.
Ao Yuan immediately lowered his head slightly. "Greetings, great Windseer. This junior had believed only an ordinary Grand Shaman had arrived; I did not know it was you personally."
Windseer looked at Ao Yuan. The tornadoes in his eyes accelerated slightly, as though they could see through Heaven and Earth.
"I see Fang Yun's traces upon you. Your fate will collide with his."
Ao Yuan's gaze tightened,