Yun Wuming and the old Taoist both began to persuade.
Their intentions weren't genuine; they were just apprehensive about the Nether Demon King.
If the Nether Demon King found out that his subordinate, the Demon Marshal, was crushed and they did nothing to help, his fury might implicate them.
"Is that so?"
Chen Yuan sneered, paying no heed.
Not to mention that he had already killed the Saint Heir of the Ancient Demon Clan, so what if he let Fen Ye's Nascent Soul go?
Only to have him gather a group of Demon Marshals to attack him later?
Moreover, Chen Yuan's Demon Technique was just one step away from Great Success.
How could he miss this opportunity?
"Devour!"
Chen Yuan spoke softly.
In Fen Ye's eyes, filled with terror and despair.
Three shadowy Demon Phases suddenly flew out from behind Chen Yuan, transforming into three ferocious Demon Gods, biting fiercely onto Fen Ye's Demon Infant.
"This... is this the aura of the Demon Ancestor?"
