The air was thick with the gamey reek of large beasts, mixed with the stench of rotting flesh and blood. The smell was overpowering.
Yang Jing forced himself to endure it, but the pampered Si Yuan beside him simply cast a Clear Wind Spell to blow the surrounding stench away.
Just then, a thunderous voice boomed.
"You cur! Are you disgusted by my scent!?"
A giant white ape, a full ten feet tall, was crouched on a stone throne, one foot propped on its armrest.
Its white fur was immaculate, but its face was a stark blue, and its eyes were a majestic gold. It was currently holding a human heart, which it tossed into its mouth and chewed on like a piece of fruit.
Blood dripped from the corners of its mouth.
More than twenty other Demons were gathered in the cave, most of them White Ape Little Demons at the Qi Cultivation Stage.
