These black feathers floated out and, upon touching those of the Demon Race, seemed to be divinely guided as they merged into their bodies. As the black feathers integrated with them, the injured demons began to recover.
The Demon Race Leader stared at the black-winged figure before him, utterly astonished. "Lord Demon Emperor?!"
Indeed! The newcomer was the Demon Emperor of the Demon Race, a true pinnacle entity of the Tribulation Realm, just half a step away from joining the ranks of Immortals. Perhaps he needed only one more step to ascend.
Xu Nian's expression also flickered slightly as he looked at the middle-aged man who had blocked his Serious Punch. The black wings slowly fluttered. They weren't a single, unified structure but were instead composed of sixteen individual wings merged into one.
Sixteen wings?! Holy shit, has a Fallen Angel appeared now?
Xu Nian looked incredulously at those wings, even counting them specifically.
