"Where is this? Who am I?" the ancient witch asked coldly.
Her voice was incredibly cold, incredibly enchanting.
Filled with pride and magnetism, just hearing it could almost intoxicate a person.
The Demon King gazed mesmerized at this breathtakingly alluring face, and his dazed look was not driven by desire, but rather a deeper, more noble emotion.
According to the ancient secret techniques, he had finally succeeded.
At last, he had reshaped an ancient demon race member.
From her eyes, her hooves, and her uniquely enchanting beauty, even the wings on her back, none of these existed anywhere else in The Barbaric Wilderness.
Of course, there were flyers and the Winged Tribe among the demon's descendants today. But, their wings are more like those of birds or bats, unlike the true wings of demons.
Real demon wings are more beautiful, more majestic, existing between flesh wings and energy bodies, just like this pair before his eyes.
