That demon had a human face and a horse's body, towering hundreds of feet high, its entire form wrapped in golden patterns like tiger stripes, exuding a heavy and majestic aura. Its back bore a pair of gray bird wings that, when unfurled, reached hundreds of feet, each flap creating a fierce wind, carrying it across clouds and mountains.
As it flapped its wings, its demon-like mouth emitted a low yet melodious, strange but distinctive sound, akin to the sound of a water-drawing pulley.
When this sound was carried by the wind to the ground, passing through the gaps between trees into the forest, drifting across the plains, and finally piercing into the ears of the demons. Those demons who heard the sound first looked up fearfully at the sky, then buried their heads in submission.
Among the myriad of kneeling demons included the most supreme Demon Kings of each territory.
Even as kings, they too bowed before this sound.
This was no longer a pressure from bloodline.
