Riding his Demon Leopard like a madman, the Demon Race commander charged toward Lin Feng once again, whirling his battle axe with ferocious force. The black flames grew increasingly intense, warping and twisting the surrounding air. Grasping the Thousand-Illusion Glazed Sword tightly, Lin Feng maintained a resolute gaze as the Mysterious Power within him surged wildly, preparing to meet this even more violent assault.
Just as the two sides were about to clash again, a melodious sound of a zither suddenly drifted down from the sky. Clear and pleasant to the ear, the zither music seemed imbued with a Mysterious Power that caused everyone present to freeze in their tracks. Immediately following, a white figure streaked across the firmament like a shooting star, landing instantly between Lin Feng and the Demon Race commander.
Clad in white robes as immaculate as snow, this newcomer held a red ancient zither; he was handsome of face and possessed a refined, otherworldly bearing. He gave Lin Feng a slight nod of acknowledgment, then turned to look at the Demon Race commander, a faint smile curling the corner of his lips. "Beast, ganging up on the few is hardly an honorable thing." Hearing the word "beast," a surge of extreme rage welled up within the Demon Race commander, and he roared furiously, "Where on earth did you crawl out from, daring to meddle in the affairs of the Demon Race!" The man in white was not angered at all; he merely shook the ancient zither in his hand slight…
Chapter 107