C969 The Origin of the Demonic Dragon

In the blink of an eye, he was right there in front of me, carrying a scent that tugged at my memory.

Blood. Was it the scent of blood?

"Hehe, what do we have here? A few from the Human Clan?"

The middle-aged man's eyes swept over Zhou Yan and his companions with a mix of curiosity and amusement. A smirk played across his lips, his expression mocking.

"A Human Clan ant with quite the nerve