Though Jiu Yao was cautious, she was not flustered.
With her cultivation, she had no need to worry about being discovered by the Human Race's martial artists as long as she hid carefully.
She gazed at the entrance to the ruins, her eyes full of hope.
As long as she could bring out either Tian Zhu or Wan Ren, the threat posed by the Human Race could certainly be quelled.
At this thought, Jiu Yao could not help muttering to herself, "I'll let you run wild for a few more days.
"Once I bring out the two seniors, the Human Race's good days will be over.
"You would never dream that our Demon Race's other two Heavenly Demons far surpass the three of us in strength.
"Martial Ancestor? Sword Saint? Once those two seniors emerge, they'll all be nothing but ants!"
As if she could already see the Demon Race returning to the land, the light in Jiu Yao's eyes shone ever brighter.
Just as she was imagining that beautiful future, she suddenly felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere.
For some reason, she suddenly felt a chill down her spine.
Jiu Yao froze briefly, then hurriedly released her demon sense to probe her surroundings.
Yet she sensed nothing unusual around her.
Her brows furrowed slightly as she said, "What exactly was that just now...?"
No sooner had she finished speaking than a faintly teasing voice sounded behind her.
"The Demon Race's innate perception really is keen. You actually sensed something amiss without discovering anything."
"Awooo!!!"
Never in her wildest dreams had Jiu Yao imagined that this voice, which had appeared in her nightmares more than once, would ring out at this moment.
She instinctively let out a terrified howl.
Every hair on her back bristled, and she instinctively