How can mere human cultivators be their opponents?
However, just as Zhang Beixing was pondering, an unprecedented ominous aura suddenly emanated from the depths of the valley.
The aura was incredibly overwhelming, as if containing endless vitality.
Yet it also felt like it came from the deepest depths of Hell, eerie and chilling.
"Heh heh, today, there are human youngsters daring to step into our territory."
A treacherous voice abruptly echoed.
The voice was old and hollow, permeated with a chilling hostility.
"Utterly reckless, seeking their own doom!"
"Even the lowly demons couldn't deal with him, he does have some skills."
"But in front of me, no matter how strong a human is, he's just an ant."
"Today, let me personally send this youngster on his way!"
Before the voice fell silent, a thunderous roar suddenly erupted.
The entire Valley of Ten Thousand Demons shuddered.
The earth cracked, and mountains crumbled.
