"Since you're here, don't leave."
A cold voice suddenly rang out. The black-horned Barbarian Demon's face changed Weiwei, and he kept urging his True Yuan to flee. In his heart, a kind of danger sense born in the Barbarian Demons by nature was roaring.
Swoosh!
A black Shadow suddenly swept out, blocking the black-horned Barbarian Demon. It was a black-robed, black-haired youth, his whole body wrapped in dark red Blood Evil Aura, coiling around him, making him look sinister and eerie.
"You're not from the Demon Clan? You're a Cultivator of the Star Sky Alliance. But how could a Cultivator of the Star Sky Alliance practice a Cultivation Technique with such a dense Blood Evil Qi?" The black-horned Barbarian Demon stared fixedly at the Cultivator in front of him and spoke repeatedly.
"You guessed right, I'm indeed not from the Demon Clan, and the Blood Evil Qi of my Cultivation Technique is indeed very heavy."
