Zhao Wuji kept the action of wiping the blood from his mouth.
He dared not move.
His pupils trembled as if an earthquake continuously shook them.
The other elders.
Some of them, standing on the backs of demonic beasts, dared not breathe heavily, slowly crawling down from the beasts.
Some, holding swords, were just about to stab the beasts in their vital spots, but their hands trembled, unable to make the strike.
Some even staggered backward, tripping on stones and sitting on the ground with wide eyes.
They had just put on the demeanor of victors a moment ago.
Now, they were all dominated by immense terror.
Concubine Yunxia's eyes were calm, showing a trace of disdain.
"The human clan is as detestable as always."
Her voice was extremely gentle, like clouds slowly drifting across the sky.
It sounded soft to the ear, almost a heavenly melody.
But her actions were exceptionally ruthless.
With a grasp of her five fingers,
her sharp nails dug into Fang Taiji's skull.
