The small black dot above his head quietly rose, transforming into a short, sharp horn.
If one only looked at the head and not the body, Feng Yin was reminded of the legendary mythical beast, Pixiu.
The most critical aspect was that this horn was an almost indestructible entity.
The venom of the Ghostly Soul Snake became even more domineering and fierce; by its own account, even if the Demon Emperor was afflicted, it would be a matter of life and death within a "fighting moment."
As for the six small snakes of the snake clan.
Due to reasons related to the next step in the plan, Feng Yin had the Snake Emperor sneak them back.
Now that the demon clan was fully preparing for war, the possibility of another internal conflict was extremely slim.
As long as the Snake Emperor was careful enough to hide his six talented children, it would still be easy.
The Snake Emperor and his spouse were extremely grateful.
