Some demons slowly dripped viscous saliva from the corners of their mouths, corroding the muddy ground beneath their feet into a patch of green smoke.
The leading demon was a Demon Ape.
It was nearly fifteen meters long, its entire body covered in fur as tough and sharp as iron, two fangs, each eight feet long, gleamed with a jade-white luster, its fierce eyes staring at Chen Yi.
"Roar? Human Race, Little Sword Immortal?"
As it spoke, demon energy surged around its body.
A demonic wind swept out, causing the demons beside it to panic and step back.
Chen Yi stood atop the trees, looking down on them, his expression cold as he gripped the Spring Rain Sword.
Although it's not uncommon for demons to speak, it indicated that its strength was at least above the third-rank realm.
Only demons connected with nature's spiritual energy could open their intelligence, and speaking was one of the abilities this connection enabled.