In the forest.
Jiang Man stood on the pitted ground, watching Fairy Mu and the others disappear. He felt a pang of regret. He hadn't seen a Storage Treasure; this trip had been for nothing.
He then turned to look at Zhao Tiankuo, who was standing to the side. The latter gulped, momentarily at a loss for what to do. To Zhao Tiankuo, the man before him would have seemed incredibly frail even back during his own Peak Stage. Yet, the momentum behind the man's strike had been astonishing. Moreover, the power emanating from this man was extremely bizarre. It didn't feel like the Demon Race, nor the Human Race. Although it bore some resemblance to an Evil God, it was completely different. For a moment, he couldn't distinguish which faction the person before him belonged to.
"Who were they?" Jiang Man asked slowly.
"People from the Celestial Demons of the Demon Race," Zhao Tiankuo replied immediately.
Jiang Man fell silent for a moment. He didn't know them.
