A flash of red light swept through them. A red glint appeared in the eyes of all forty-five, and wisps of demonic energy began rising from their bodies!
The next instant, they all dropped to their knees, raised their hands above their heads, and prostrated themselves flat on the ground.
And that was not all. As they bowed again and again, they cried out, "We pay our respects to the Demon Venerable! May the Demon Venerable live forever!"
The scene was eerie beyond belief, enough to send a chill down anyone's spine.
Their expressions showed devotion and loyalty that came from the depths of their hearts. There was nothing false about it.
This was the power contained within the Demon Dragon Martial Soul: it could turn others into his most devout followers. The ability would grow stronger as his strength increased. As long as Yang Que kept growing stronger, he would be able to enslave more people!
Tang San and the others, who were sitting nearby tending their wounds, felt their hair stand on end.
Yang Que stood in the middle of the crowd, demonic energy pouring from him hundreds of times more fiercely than from the others. Even watching him from a distance chilled them to the bone.
Xiao Wu stared at Yang Que, wreathed in demonic energy. Frightened, she clutched the hem of Tang San's clothes with one hand and covered her mouth with the other. "Brother San, is... is that Brother Que? Why does he feel like a stranger?"
Tang San looked at the figure who was both familiar and strange, then shook his head. "I'm not sure if he's Brother Que either. The power around him is too wild and brutal, completely different from Brother Que's, but somehow it doesn't feel entirely out of place."
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