It idly waved its dog paw.
A pitch-black aura seeped out and settled upon the body of the Queen of the South Ming.
"Don't make trouble, I still want to live a bit longer and taste whatever good food there is in the Four Directions Mortal World."
Having spoken, Black Cub lay down again with an air of nonchalance and glanced sidelong at the Queen of the South Ming, who appeared to be frozen in place like a wooden figurine.
If it hadn't been for the fact that this Queen of the South Ming was an incarnation of the Abyss Demon Emperor, and merely an ordinary human cultivator, it truly would have had no way to deal with her.
But if it was someone from the Demonic Race, it could suppress them with just a hint of its own Demon Emperor's aura.
Among members of the Demonic Race, the disparity in rank was even greater than the difference in status within the Four Directions Mortal World.
