She refrained from employing her spiritual energy but exhibited no mercy whatsoever. Channeling her utmost strength, the whip struck the face of the human who had lashed out at the Demon Clan. Under the impact of the whip, flowers of bruises blossomed across the human's face. The heavy mark of the whip left a blood-red imprint, flesh overturned and blood seeping from the wound, spanning from his face to his body.
The sudden strike left the human writhing in agony on the ground, his wails echoing, drained of the strength to resist.
The rescued Demon Clan members stared at Gu Chaoyan in disbelief. In the absence of the Demon Clan Leader for a millennium, demons had plummeted to the lowest echelon in the second world. Many were enslaved like this, and throughout the years, both their fellow Demon Clans and the inhabitants of the Demon Clan City never intervened. The Demon Clanspeople had resigned themselves to their fate.
Unexpectedly, someone had taken action.