"Detach from the dragon body."
Chi Yu Zi's voice was icy, with killing intent in his eyes.
The situation was overpowering him, and Ao Heng, to preserve his life, could only transform into a human form where it was even more difficult to display the Dragon Clan's divine skills.
His pride had been completely lost eight hundred years ago; in a certain sense, Ao Heng had to feel grateful to Gu Wen.
The human race did not teach him directly, but through experience, he learned.
At least Gu Wen did not kill him when he stepped on his head; had it been in the human-devil war, a small mistake would have led to eternal doom.
In the war between the two races, even those considered powerful were mere pawns, and even the Devil Emperor could die.
What was he, a Dragon Clan genius appearing once in ten thousand years?
Those Devil Emperors were once also called Saint Heirs and geniuses.