Feng Yuan formed hand seals with both hands and took a step forward.
The demonic aura around him was revealed without concealment, pressing directly toward Jiang Shu ahead.
Yet this pressure was not an attack aimed at Jiang Shu.
It was meant to save Gold Horn.
As a member of the Phoenix Race, he knew all too well just how powerful Jiang Shu was.
Even Old Ancestor Fentian, who had been at the Late Demon Venerable Realm at the time, had failed several times to capture Jiang Shu.
Naturally, Feng Yuan did not delude himself into thinking his own attack would succeed.
Not to mention, he had just witnessed Jiang Shu's battle with Gold Horn.
In his view, although Jiang Shu was injured, what mattered more was that Jiang Shu had fought Gold Horn with his physical body.
Compared to the Human Race, the Demon Race possessed naturally stronger bodies.
Especially the Dragon Race, the top hunters among the Demon Race.
In that respect, Jiang Shu's ability to clash head-on with Gold Horn at the same realm and emerge victorious was enough to show how terrifying his combat strength was.
If Jiang Shu were to unleash his talent in spell combat as well, even Feng Yuan would likely gain little advantage.
As his demonic aura pressed forward, an even more condensed defensive flame cage than the one he had formed earlier appeared in an instant, burning with pure golden Phoenix True Flame. It gently yet swiftly enveloped Gold Horn, who was on the verge of passing out.
Feng Yuan turned and shouted at the True Howler Demon Venerable and the Kun Peng Race Demon Venerable beside him:
"I've got Gold Horn. Follow me!"
This was no place to linger.
A Demon Venerable at Demon Venerable Wudu's level had appeared.
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