It was the white-browed youth from the demon clan.
At this moment, he was surrounded by black radiance, desperately resisting the red threads' entanglement. Yet, no matter how the black light flashed wildly, he couldn't break free of the slightest bit of it.
The Elder Daoist saw this and with a sinister expression, slowly walked toward the white-browed youth.
Just at this moment, several sharp cries came from the city, and streaks of different-colored light unexpectedly shot up to the sky, heading straight for this place.
Seeing this, the white-browed youth instantly realized that other members of the Shadow Race had arrived. Fear flashed across his face, and he let out a loud roar, his body surged in size. A pair of black Ironwings appeared on his back, and with a flick of his hands, they transformed into a pair of shiny black iron claws.
Feeling the dire situation, he instantly transformed into a semi-demon form, ready to fight desperately.
