The night was as dark as ink at the foot of Changbai Mountain.
Over a thousand members of the Demon Race exuded a murderous aura, while the administrators were imposing.
As bestial eyes and human eyes met, it seemed to spark friction.
The atmosphere here was overwhelmingly hostile; any ordinary person would be terrified half to death.
Three mysterious men, dressed in suits and wearing masks, suddenly appeared.
They exuded a powerful, ominous presence.
Whether demon or human, all were intimidated by this aura.
Just the presence of these three suppressed the entire scene!
Yang Xiao cocked his head slightly, smiling as he introduced himself:
"I'm from the Demon Club. You can call me the Artist."
Moonlight shone on the crying mask covering Yang Xiao's face.
Tears on the crying mask reflected a chilling gleam.
Demon Club?
Artist?
Whether Zhang Xiaoyi, Bai Ge, Ye Fan, or the Heartless Little Monkey, they were all unfamiliar with these terms.
