Within the space drenched with a dense demonic aura, a blood-red energy was burning, within which a black horn was suspended.
The black horn seemed to be a demonic beast's horn, as if it were cut by a knife or a sword. Even though it was just a part of the horn, it seemed to be alive, unleashing a terrifying demonic qi, which constantly corroded the space.
"Thump... thump... thump...!"
Then, a faint sound of a beating heart came from the black horn.
"This is definitely a horn from a powerful demon."
Just a single horn, detached from its original body, and still able to survive independently, the owner of this black horn must undoubtedly be a powerful being.
"Just a piece of horn, it can't be that strong."
As Long Yan thought to himself, he proceeded towards the horn. The surrounding demonic aura didn't affect him at all. However, he remained vigilant, not daring to underestimate this piece of horn.
"Hehe..."
