Inside the stronghold, hundreds of demon chiefs had murderous intentions reaching for the skies.
Yet, they found themselves involuntarily kneeling and kowtowing the instant they saw Lin Yuan.
This was an incomparable suppression, emanating from the depths of the soul, as if all demon chiefs who practiced demonic cultivation in the world were under its 'jurisdiction'.
"How is this possible..."
The sinister young man Bian Mao knelt on the ground, unable to move, waves of shock flooding his heart.
With his strength, even if he encountered a peak existence of the Ninth Realm, he might not be able to fight or escape, but he wouldn't just kneel directly.
Yet now, not only had he, Bian Mao, knelt down, but all the demonic arts and forbidden techniques inside him had fallen eerily silent.
This was simply unthinkable.
"This Xiahou Yuan..."
A chill ran down the spine of the sinister young man Bian Mao.