At that moment, Ye Fan was weakly kneeling on the ground. The demonic mist's earlier assault had nearly consumed his entire soul, and he would have been lost if not for the last-minute salvation from the Crystal Stone. He knew that even with his powerful Ancestor Realm Bloodline and mighty Divine Dragon Power, he could not resist something that eroded the soul.
The demonic mist yelled at Ye Fan, "Boy, which clan are you from?"
He looked at Ye Fan with fear. More importantly, he sensed how formidable Ye Fan truly was.
Ye Fan immediately asked, "What clan?"
"You're not from the Divine Race! You're not from the Divine Race!" he shouted back in terror.
Ye Fan was bewildered. It was true that he was not of the Divine Race; he was a mortal from the Human Clan's secular world. He didn't understand why this creature was so terrified of mortals, who were, after all, far weaker than the Divine Race.
