The Demon Suppression Bureau has been unable to deal with the Black Lake Demon Race for so many years, not just because they are powerful, but also because the natural cold of the Black Lake serves as a protective barrier for them.
The army marches on for a while more, and the vast Black Lake appears before them, along with countless demons, and a group of Flood Dragons circling in the void.
Ao Xingyun perched high in the sky, looking down at Pei Shinan with cold eyes: "Pei Shinan, are you trying to bully the young with the old?"
Pei Shinan displayed a disdainful smile: "Heh... You're a beast that has lived for five or six hundred years, and I'm only three hundred years old. Do you think it's reasonable to say I'm bullying the young with the old?"
It's difficult for demons to cultivate their Dao, often taking several hundred years.
If we were to truly speak of age, he is not older than Ao Xingyun.
