The faces of the seven cloaked figures were hidden. Only indistinct pairs of glowing red eyes could be vaguely seen. Their gazes were cold and indifferent as they stood there like statues.
Just from the aura alone, the Azure Yang Lord knew that these seven were not from this world. He was certain that they had come out of the ancient enchantment.
Although the ancient eye had cracked the enchantment, it seemed to end up consuming too much energy, resulting in it entering a deep sleep. On the other hand, these seven people were not human. They were the evil demon's guardians, and were named Demon Disciples.
The reason why the seven Demon Disciples came to the Azure Yang Lord was to make him one of them, to make him the eighth Fiend Disciple, a Fiend Disciple of the Human race.
They promised a lot, but all of these promises sounded extremely harsh in the Azure Yang Lord's ears.
