This Fang Family Ancestor looked vicious and venomous, just like an Evil Ghost.
As soon as these words fell, the astonishing Spirit Light in the void settled down. Various colors filled the sky like Feathers forged from Vajra Divine Iron, spewing sharpness, emitting a metallic hum, and stagnating in the void.
Then, high above, four gigantic Demon Eyes suddenly blazed fiercely, and the voice of a Great Demon resounded grimly,
"Where is the mark?"
It was like the thunder of drums, booming.
"If you dare to deceive us, even death will not grant you your wish."
This voice was chillingly cold, carrying blatant intimidation.
The Fang Family Ancestor, being stared at malevolently by the four Great Demons, looked as sinister as a ghost, his bloodshot eyes glaring fiercely, self-mockingly releasing a night-owl-like eerie laugh, then blew a breath at the black flame before him.
