Seeing he had been discovered, Chen Yi, blocking the gorge, grinned slightly, his eyes, transformed into golden vertical pupils, full of coldness.
A vague tiger's roar resounded, spreading towards the depths of the gorge from where he stood.
An invisible mist then manifested, like a silver-white veil wrapping around the vision of all the wolf demon clan within the gorge.
The layer of silver-white mist, blocking their sight, suddenly condensed into a short sword about a foot long, with its tip against their foreheads.
"No, no, don't..." Several wolf demon clan members with Demon King cultivation, looking at that short sword no bigger than their claws, their eyes instantly turned to despair, their fur stood on end, drenched in cold sweat, dripping like rain.
"Why, why do you treat us wolf clan like this?!"
"You slaughtered the lands all around! Why don't you let us go?!"
