"Are you... are you a Divine Beast?"
The Soul-Devouring Centipede Demon Ancestor asked with gritted teeth, his severely injured body trembling.
The kind of fear that came from deep within the soul, that was irresistible, had completely shattered the mental defenses of the Soul-Devouring Centipede Demon Ancestor.
The Ice Phoenix did not answer, but instead sneered and asked, "Old thing, I'm giving you two choices: one, submit; two, die. Choose one, you better think clearly."
The Soul-Devouring Centipede Demon Ancestor's entire body shook, unable to hide the terror on his old face.
The Soul-Devouring Centipede Demon Ancestor was utterly terrified.
In the Demon Realm for so many years, even the Flood Dragon Race had never been feared, but the Soul-Devouring Centipede Demon Ancestor was alone in fearing the Ice Phoenix before him.
Indeed.
The most shocked and terrified was the Jiao Li Race Leader.
