The demon looked down at Zhang Hehua, grinning maliciously, "You vile creature, the Saint Heir is about to arrive, and you dare not kneel!"
It extended an arm, black scales rapidly surfacing on the skin while its nails grew quickly into claws.
It intended to tear Zhang Hehua's clothes apart and then claw at the flesh before her, causing her unbearable pain.
Zhang Hehua suddenly felt an intense pressure of impending death, struggling to sit up, desperately moving backward.
A hint of pleasure flashed through the demon's vertical pupils, its claws reaching towards her.
Just then.
Zhang Hehua suddenly sensed a strange power descending, instinctively looking up.
Before her eyes.
She saw faint blood ripples suddenly appearing in the air about two meters above the demon.
The demon sensed it simultaneously, and looked up.
With just a glance, its vertical pupil flashed a strong terror, body slightly recoiling as if wanting to retreat urgently.
But it was too late.
