Outside the Hell Demon Gate.
Elder Roc King Yao Yan's expression was exceptionally grim.
He had watched helplessly as Ye Tianling entered the Hell Demon Gate, powerless to stop him.
"Some impressive skills you have there!"
Yao Yu, the old woman from the Golden-winged Roc Clan, said coldly.
Her words were filled with undisguised mockery.
"My skills are far greater than you imagine! Yao Yu, you will regret what you've done today!"
Yao Yan said in a low voice.
He was furious, but having seen Elder-level figures from all the major powers arrive, he knew he couldn't afford to lash out now.
He might be strong, but he was outnumbered.
"Regret? Over that lowly native slave from the Human Race? Only you would take him seriously. 'Even the Celestial Dao can't kill him'—you actually believe such a ridiculous joke? If you hadn't interfered just now, I would have slain that human native long ago!"
Yao Yu's voice turned even more venomous.
