The intense pain in his eyes caused Long Tengzi to involuntarily tear up.
At the same time, a sense of sorrow inexplicably rose in his heart.
He was about to burst into loud sobbing.
"SOB... who are you... SOB SOB..."
Large teardrops kept streaming down, leaving the crowd of Demons both horrified and embarrassed.
If their current state became known, how would they ever show their faces in public again?
But before they could mobilize their demonic energy to capture this mysterious Human Cultivator, an enervating softness spreading from their very bones made the group of Demons collapse to the ground like limp shrimps.
One by one, their faces twisted askew, resembling Wu Lao Er from the neighboring village.
Forget fighting; even blinking was an immense effort.
"Sorrowful Breeze! You are that Human Cultivator who captures Demons for Alchemy!"
