"Demon King?"
Yang Tian was taken aback.
Then, he started to feel amused.
At this moment, he was wearing a Demon Skin cloak, and his appearance was no longer the same as before.
On the contrary, he had become the Celestial Demon King.
The original Celestial Demon King had long disappeared, leaving behind only this Demon Skin cloak.
The Demon King clearly wanted to create the illusion that he was still here, so this Demon Skin cloak was placed over a wooden frame to make it look very realistic.
Now only Yang Tian knew this was a Demon Skin cloak.
Thinking of this, a gleam flashed in Yang Tian's eyes: Isn't the Celestial Demon trying to capture me? Fine, I'll use the identity of the Demon King to rescue.
"Rise."
Yang Tian said lightly.
"Yes!"
The ten or so Celestial Demon Martial Guards respectfully saluted, then stood up, each lowering their head.
"Why are you all so anxious, what's the situation?"
Yang Tian asked indifferently.
