Who?
All the demon race powerhouses swiftly looked up.
This was a middle-aged man dressed in white, tall and well-built, with a head of short hair. His resplendently handsome facial features were as if chiseled by a blade, his deep and shadowy eyes like an eagle's in the night. Cold, aloof, yet commanding respect, he was akin to a king, exuding a terrifying aura all around him.
"Ling Tian!" Mo Xiuxiu, seeing him, couldn't believe it and said tremblingly, "Ling Tian, is it really you?"
"Xiuxiu, I have returned!" the man in white said with a smile.
"Wuuu, Ling Tian!" Mo Xiuxiu cried with tears streaming down her face.
"Holy shit, it's Father!" Ye Wudao's pupils contracted, almost unable to believe his eyes.
"Uncle Ye!" Mo Feixuan was also dumbstruck.
"What human is this, courting death?!" A Demon King charged out, the first to attack Ye Lingtian.
Ye Lingtian raised his hand and slowly extended a finger.
"Ah!"