Falling into Demonic Influence!

By the shores of Blood Spirit Lake, Mu Xue's countenance shifted as she gazed at the white-robed figure in a seated position—Mu Yang. At this moment, the flames upon Mu Yang's body had vanished, revealing his slender figure. With closed eyes, he appeared no different from his usual self.

However, Mu Xue, with her innate keen perception, furrowed her brow. The aura emanating from Mu Yang was entirely unfamiliar. Meanwhile, in the vicinity, Little Wind and Little Red had reached the location of the hundred-zhang demonic beast, the Blood Rage Dragon Jiao, and commenced tearing at its form.

Although Little Wind's stature was diminutive, in terms of devouring the demonic beast, even two Little Reds combined might struggle to match his speed.