Ye Wuheng lightly raised his arm, the black mist connected to that person, continually shrinking the distance. The next moment, the person was dragged before Ye Wuheng.
"Humiliate the Venerable, and die!"
Ye Wuheng's indifference made that person feel the closeness of death like never before.
He wanted to break free from Ye Wuheng's grasp, but couldn't muster any strength.
He wanted to shout for mercy, but couldn't make a sound.
The demonic qi corroded his body, and at the moment when Ye Wuheng let go, only a shell emitting black qi tightly enveloping that ugly skeleton was left...
Seeing this scene, the demons at the city gate froze in horror.
A member of the Demon Clan exclaimed, "He is a demon. He is the real demon..."
"This is the Venerable's last warning, release those humans, and spare your lives."
Ye Wuheng's words were like a death sentence. To save their lives, the demons quickly untied the ropes binding the humans and then hurriedly fled into the city.