Human-demon or Demon-human

Whirr…

The Beast Soul Altar turned rapidly, letting out strange screeches from time to time. It was as if someone was letting out loud, pathetic cries, but upon listening closely, it also sounded as though a Magical Beast was screeching. Black fog filled the air, and no one knew just what was happening inside.

"Sir, that… Just who is the person who barged into the Beast Soul Altar?" Seeing that Yang Ling was staring nervously at the Beast Soul Altar, as if extremely concerned, Augustus was overcome with unease.