Yang Chen knew that things had gone awry.
The Black Demon Clan was not a gentle sect, and when provoked, they were quite terrifying.
Just as the Tribal Elder had finished speaking, the people below started to stir, and even if Yang Chen was calm, he couldn't help but feel a cold sweat.
However, as he thought that things were going to move in a bad direction, a cold voice sounded from the depths of the palace...
This voice seemed to pierce the marrow, making people feel an endless sense of majesty and coldness, unable to resist its overwhelming power.
"All of you, stop!"
When the conversation ended, everyone had to stop because they knew who was speaking.
As the voice completely fell, a man with large wings appeared in everyone's line of sight. He had no distinction from the ordinary members of the Black Demon Clan, except for the key feature of his wings.
His wings were twice the size of the average Black Demon Clan member.
These wings seemed to symbolize a king.