On the surface of the sea, the Wine-Drinking Demon Venerable looked up at the silver-haired woman standing in mid-air, and his breath caught in his throat.
He had never seen a beauty with such a noble and majestic presence.
In her presence, the Wine-Drinking Demon Venerable didn't even dare to entertain a profane thought; he only wanted to prostrate himself at her feet.
The Ox Demon Venerable, however, wasn't thinking so deeply. His crimson, bestial eyes stared at Ji Shenyun's silver hair—identical to Qing Yueqiu's—and he roared in fury,
"You wretched wench! You must be the backup Nangong Jin called for, aren't you? Die!"
VMMMM—
Chaotic Demonic Qi swirled and condensed in the Ox Demon's mouth, gradually coalescing into a pitch-black, lightless sphere.
