The Ox Demon led his demons out of the great hall, turned to Ren Yan, and said, "Brother, lead the way!"
Ren Yan smiled. "The members of the Yinluo Sect are taking a Flying Boat back to the Abyssal Marsh. We just need to wait for them on their return path. As it happens, I have a mount that is not only incredibly fast but will also allow everyone to rest and conserve their strength. What do you think, Brother Niu?"
The Ox Demon nodded, agreeing. "We'll do as you say!"
Ren Yan strode forward. With a wave of his long sleeve, a cloud of black mist, thick as ink, bloomed in the sky. In an instant, it expanded to be over a hundred yards wide, blotting out the sky and sun and radiating a vast demonic aura.
Suddenly, a dragon's cry echoed from within the Demon Fog.
The cry was vast and primeval, filled with an air of nobility, majesty, and sanctity. It was like the call of an emperor of the world, the sovereign of all life.
