At that moment, the hall doors opened soundlessly, and eight figures stepped inside.
Seven of them wore sect leader robes in varying styles. They were the helmsmen of the Seven Great Sects.
The remaining man wore an embroidered robe and a silver mask over his face, his aura deep and unfathomable.
Among the seven sect leaders, a hawk-nosed man stepped beneath Zhao Gang.
He was the Black Fiend Sect's sect leader. Looking at the blood droplets continuously falling, he let out a cold laugh:
"Tut, tut, tut. You're still not completely dead? Your bones are certainly hard! But that's fine! High-grade Demon Cores need 'living materials' like you—people with profound cultivation and vigorous blood and qi! Hold on a little longer. Don't swallow your last breath too soon and waste all that fine essence blood! Hahaha!"
The Crimson Serpent Sect's sect leader immediately sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. "What damn use are hard bones? Your Tianyao Alliance is utterly laughable! The Demon Realm is ablaze with war, and it has beaten you into such a state that smoke is coming out of your ears, hasn't it? The fire is already burning your eyebrows, yet you still dream of attending to both ends and reaching into our Seven Great Sects? Especially your Kaiyang Prefecture—there's practically no one left under that old bastard Qin Tianhong, is there? You sent a few trash fish like yourselves and thought you could wipe out our Seven Great Sects? Who gave you the dog guts to do that?!"
"Hahahaha!"
The Mysterious Yin Sect's sect leader, holding a feather fan, also burst into wild laughter. He pointed the fan at the suspended people. "Exactly! The only value these idiots have is serving as flesh, blood, and essence from Immortal Realm martial artists for us to refine