Qiao Jiaxi's aura caught the attention of those five Outer Realm Heavenly Demons.
They sized up Qiao Jiaxi, feeling the tremendous Vitality Power surging within him, and couldn't help but lick their lips.
"Body Cultivation!"
"That's the most delicious of the Human Race!"
"Indeed, Body Cultivators and those with special constitutions are our favorites; let's kill him and share the feast."
"It's been a long time since I tasted the flavor of the Human Race. I miss it, though I wonder if it'll get stuck in my teeth."
"Hahaha!"
The five Outer Realm Heavenly Demons laughed sinisterly.
They belonged to the Horn-Fluff Tribe.
Countless years ago, their clan lived on this planet as a hegemon-level power, but since the planet had been transformed into a First Level Battlefield, they were forced to leave their homeland.
Only today, the Great Elder of the Horn-Fluff Tribe finally used the bloodline of the Horned Horse to open a spatial rift.
