"That is... a Demon Seed!" Huaa Que's expression instantly turned grim. A cold, killing intent radiated from him, causing Qin Yuxiang and Leng Ningshuang to shudder. They looked at Huaa Que in confusion, wondering what had made him lose his composure.
Qin Ya stared at the black mist seeping from Qin Yunlong's body. A flash of surprise crossed his face, quickly replaced by revulsion. "Hmph. To think that the seemingly distinguished Qin Yunlong would become a lackey for the Demon Race."
"Xiaoya, what's the connection between this Demon Seed and the Demon Race?" Qin Yuxiang frowned, thinking hard. She had read about the Demon Race in ancient texts, but the Demon Seed was something she had never heard of.
