The mountain wind howled, and the demons gathered.
Under the ancient altar, heads of dog demons looked at each other with menacing eyes, emitting chilling demonic energy without any restraint, soaring into the sky like clouds, blocking out the sun.
Their ferocious demon eyes flowed, and in their line of sight, there was only the human on the altar.
Facing the menace of the Rong Mountain Dog Demon, Lv Xianyang appeared indifferent, as if nothing could touch him.
"The Rong Mountain Dog Demon has been suppressed by the Liu Family for 3,000 years, and their shed skin should have fallen on you all." Lv Xianyang whispered.
His voice was calm, but it exuded an aura that made the group of demons uneasy.
Only in the depths of Rong Mountain was there terrifying energy that did not diminish.
"Back then, during the great calamity of the Liu Clan, I took their bloodline myself but failed to open their ancestral land."