While speaking, Feng Qing'an's gaze swept over the two Ghost Wolf demon kings standing in the dim sky, their bodies tensed and fur standing on end, frozen in fear. These were the very same wolf kings who, along with the elderly wolf that had fallen to the ground, had besieged Black Mountain.
At this moment, these two Demon Kings nervously watched the group of humans that had suddenly appeared, especially Feng Qing'an, who was holding the Golden Halberd and chatting and laughing with others.
On the body of this white-robed youth, who seemed utterly unfamiliar to them, they detected a familiar scent, one that filled them with fear. It was eerily familiar.
"Come here!"
Gently stroking the unhealed wounds on Black Mountain, Feng Qing'an used Sen Miao's energy to form thin strands of Ethereal Wood Green Qi, which closed and completely healed his wounds. Watching the two wolf kings with amusement, Feng Qing'an gestured to them to come over.
"Feng Qing'an, those are Demon Kings!"
