With a heart full of rage, the little Peng King spread his wings, soaring like golden lightning to hover above the platform.
His golden eyes swept recklessly across the entire crowd, finally fixing on the direction where the top elites gathered.
"Caw!"
As a loud cry rang out, the little Peng King stirred up a whirlwind, heading directly toward the many top elites.
"What's that thing? Such a mighty golden eagle!"
"Open your eyes and see, that's a Peng, a Great Roc bird!"
"It's ten zhang in size, this Great Roc must be close to becoming a spirit, right?"
The Demon Race had disappeared from the view of the Human Race for hundreds of years.
The young generation of cultivators mostly only saw scant descriptions of 'demons' in various ancient texts.
Therefore, upon seeing this Golden-winged Roc, no one thought in that direction, assuming it was a beast tamed by the Little Immortal Sect.
But those well-informed elites suddenly turned pale at this moment.
"It's a demon!"
