"Lord Ying Sheng..."
Zhang Zhiyun was the first to speak, "You... you don't suspect us, do you?"
"Why can't I suspect you?"
Ying Sheng's voice had clearly become much colder.
"Lord... we... in this state, even the Thousand-Faced Fox couldn't possibly imitate us, right?"
At this moment, both of their states were that of the Ancient Demon Clan's inherent worm form. These words made Ying Sheng pause slightly. He glanced at the distance, at the guard he had smashed to pieces with his punch. Among the shattered flesh and blood, there were also Ancient Worms mixed in, shattered together with the bodies of the Western Sea Army into a mass of flesh.
A violent impulse nearly overwhelmed Ying Sheng's mind.
"The Thousand-Faced Fox is known for a thousand faces, who says she can only imitate the Human Race?" Ying Sheng stepped forward, the violent aura in his eyes intensifying.
Zhang Zhiyun kept retreating, feeling that the other... really wanted to attack them.
