"Frost Breath!"
With a thunderous boom, a vast white expanse of frost breath spread like a tidal wave. Utter cold streamed outward with its pale radiance, annihilating the dozen or so demons gathered below in the blink of an eye.
The people following behind burst into excited cheers at the sight.
Fang Qianyuan remained unmoved. Still seated on Little White's head, he directed her toward another gathering of demons.
These Otherkin demons had peach-shaped foreheads, green eyes, ghostly faces, protruding fangs, and loose crimson hair, yet their bodies resembled those of humans, with reddish-black skin.
They were descendants of the Rakshasa, the very Demonfolk of the Demon Realm spoken of in rumors.
Born of the Rakshasa, the Demonfolk had inherited many of their traits: ugly males and beautiful females, valor and prowess in battle, and a belligerent, bloodthirsty nature.
These Otherkin had once been considered yakshas. Rakshasas, yakshas, and asuras had shared a common origin in the ancient age of the Immortal Kingdom, and people often confused them. Yet as invasions from the Demon Realm grew more frequent, the pioneering cultivators of the Human Realm had learned to distinguish them correctly. Those peach-shaped foreheads and green eyes were their most distinctive features.
The Demonfolk possessed exceptionally powerful physiques. Their flesh alone could unleash strength comparable to the blood baleful battle aura of other Otherkin. They also possessed human intelligence, allowing them to forge and wield weapons, learn martial techniques, and even master divine abilities. This made them difficult opponents.
As Little White charged toward them, these Demonfolk displayed extraordinary morale. Rather than flee, they bravely rushed forward to meet her.
But they did not charge mindlessly in a clump. Instead, they spread out, stretching their battle line.
This was undoubtedly the correct response. If they remained together, Little White could