Yu Jianfeng never cried aloud; Yu Bo looked at his only descendant. Though the Demon Race had few people left, the pride and dignity of the demons remained intact.
The Demon Race had never bowed to anyone, just like Emperor Ling God of the Ling Family—a death standing upright, never living while kneeling.
"Ancestor, does Tianyu have a way to evade this?" Yu Jianfeng forcefully suppressed the grief in his heart and asked. What he worried about most now was his son's safety.
"We've thought of every possible way." Yu Bo shook his head and sighed, "All of this is predestined."
"Tianyu cannot escape, and none of us in the Demon Race can escape."
Yu Jianfeng felt unbearable pain in his heart upon hearing there was no way.
"By the way, who exactly is Tianyu's master?" Although Yu Jianfeng was grieving, his curiosity about his son's master was immense.
Especially the unrivaled medical techniques possessed by that master.
"Starry Elder," Yu Bo replied word by word.
