Yang Yan found the arrogant words of the ugly demon race before him quite amusing.
He smirked disdainfully and teased:
"How many juvenile novels have you read to be so self-absorbed? Clearly, you have an ugly face, and yet you want handsome people like me to become like you?"
As he spoke, Yang Yan tapped his own head, joking:
"I say, is it normal for you demons to have a screw loose?"
"Ignorant and foolish humans."
The demon monarch of the demon race clearly understood Yang Yan's words, and his already hideously distorted face became even more twisted with anger.
Roar!
He suddenly let out a roar, demonic qi surged all over his body, producing continuous crackling sounds as his body began to stretch upward.
The demon race which was similar in height to ordinary humans moments ago suddenly grew to seven or eight meters tall.
On his back and arms, white bone spikes protruded, making him appear mighty and terrifying.
