For example, sharp beaks, wings, horns, claws, and so on.
In such circumstances, the tall and heroic Yu Yuan, standing among the crowd of demons, was like a firefly in the dark night, so distinctive, so outstanding.
"It's him, it's him!"
Yao Ge caught up behind Great King Mo Yun and whispered, "He's the foreigner!"
Great King Mo Yun nodded slightly, stepping on the pure white clouds to rise above the crowd, looking down at Yu Yuan and said, "You've got some nerve, daring to trespass into my territory! Speak, who exactly are you!"
Yu Yuan glanced at the mountain ghost with a warm smile on his face and said, "I am a disciple of the Jie Sect, merely seeking to inquire about some matters from a fellow Daoist."
"So, it is an Immortal from the Jie Sect gracing us with his presence; my apologies for not having greeted you from afar."
Great King Mo Yun's arrogance receded somewhat.
