The Yellow Ox's figure flickered, shrinking down to twelve feet tall. Just as he was about to boast of his achievements to Zhou Yi, a rough voice rang out from the sky.
"I am Yu Ya. Congratulations, fellow Daoist, on successfully attaining transformation!"
The Jade Fang Demon King stood upon a cloud, speaking, with several thousand demon soldiers behind him, looming high above like dark clouds pressing down on the city.
At this moment,
six streams of luminous light shot out from Mo Cloud Cave, landing beside the Yellow Ox.
Another several thousand demon soldiers converged at the mountain peak, each wielding magic artifacts and weapons, forming formation arrays standing behind the Yellow Ox, their presence no less imposing.
The Jade Fang Demon King could not help but wonder in surprise: When did Flying Cloud Ridge develop such a force?
