Ginger clay, hundreds of demonic auras surged from all directions towards Ye Fusheng, but they only reached his side and couldn't get any closer.,Ye Fusheng trembled as he spoke, the purple and gold aura surrounding his body rapidly expanding outward. It was like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves; wherever it passed, demonic energy was scattered, and Jiang Caimudi was blown away for the third time.,Seeing her like this, the demons panicked. Although she wasn't yet considered the Demon Lord, she was still one of them! If she vanished into nothingness, the demon clan would be leaderless. What would happen then。