Yang Tian's expression was extremely serious.
He walked out of the waiting room and went to the observation deck on the second floor, looking towards the airport. He saw planes landing at the Capital City's International Airport, and a stream of men and women disembarking from each flight, consisting of Caucasians, Blacks, and Asians from various ethnicities worldwide, all surrounded by waves of Demon Breath.
Clearly, they were demons from the Demon Realm.
And they were gathering here, likely summoned by that elderly person.
What exactly is the identity of this elder?
While Yang Tian was puzzled, his brows furrowed as he sensed a wave of Demon Breath converging in mid-air above the airport, quickly forming a protective shield over the airport. Instantly, Yang Tian felt the Demon Breath of those demons vanish completely.
"Is this some sort of shield against Demon Treasures?"
Yang Tian was quite surprised.
