"It's impossible. The aura coming from him can't be faked—it's a pure Demon Race aura. Besides, his strength is unfathomable; we simply cannot get to the bottom of it."
The words of the City Lord plunged everyone into deep thought. They knew that the appearance of this Big Shot from the Demon Race definitely signaled something. Their futures would also inevitably undergo dramatic changes.
In the Demon Clan Castle's conference hall, the atmosphere was heavy and tense. Everyone was sitting around a huge circular conference table, with faces filled with anxiety and unrest. At that moment, a Demon Race man, dressed in a lavish robe, stood at the center of the conference table, his eyes resolute and his tone calm.
"It can't be fake. I can feel his pure aura guiding me from the past," he slowly began, his voice carrying an undeniable firmness, "and the aura on him is particularly intense—it's definitely real!"
