Up ahead, numerous members of the Demon Clan paved the way.
The massive flying boat followed slowly.
Everywhere the flying boat passed, countless members of the Demon Clan rushed out excitedly, kneeling towards the distant flying boat.
This scene could be described as responding in an instant to a rallying call.
Little Fire burst out in excitement, dancing non-stop on Mo Ye's head.
Even if he hadn't come out, once he did, the cheering became even more like waves of thunder.
"Lord Holy Fire! Lord Holy Fire!"
The Demons along the way were all shouting frantically.
The flame of Little Fire rose higher for a moment, feeling very moved: "See? This is the influence of me, the Holy Fire."
Mo Ye raised an eyebrow.
He hadn't said a word, yet Little Fire's arrogance already quelled itself, and he cleared his throat: "I was just putting on a show."
Ye Wu glanced at Little Fire with a faint smile.
