Ye Qiu frowned and looked coldly at the other party. Because of his intrusion, Ye Qiu felt a sense of danger. Ye Qiu could clearly feel that the other party's strength wasn't inferior to his.
Ye Qiu hadn't felt this way for many years. This was the first time he had felt such a sense of danger from someone of the same generation other than Ming Yue.
"Interesting. A descendant of the Ten Fiends?" Ye Qiu looked at him solemnly and felt the pressure of the bloodline. It was the pressure that only the pure bloodline of the Ten Fiends could bring.
Back in the Great Desolate World, Ye Qiu had once felt it, and the one who brought this feeling was the pure Heavenly Horned Ant descendant.