Before the words had even fallen, the Demon Monster within the black light had already closed his eyes, releasing an unimaginably powerful divine sense.
North Nether True Lord stood where he was. Though he was also a Nascent Soul Late Stage cultivator, because of innate talent, a Demon Monster's divine sense was far stronger than that of both humans and demons.
The two sides were still cooperating for now, so there was no need for him to flaunt his slight skill before an expert.
Very soon, half the time it took to drink a cup of tea passed. The Demon Monster opened his eyes, but a few traces of surprise and doubt appeared on his face.
"How is it? What did you sense, Fellow Daoist?"
"There's no trace of that brat. Perhaps the distance is too great, and he's also used the Qi Concealment Technique, but I did sense the presence of another Nascent Soul Late Stage being," the Demon Monster said, enunciating each word.
"What? Impossible. Aside from us, there is another great cultivator here? Didn't your subordinate say that the fellow who vanished was merely a Nascent Soul Middle Stage immortal cultivator?" North Nether True Lord turned pale with shock, his expression darkening as he spoke.
"When did I say the other party was a great cultivator?"
"Just now, didn't you—"
"The other party is indeed Nascent Soul Late Stage, but it is Demon Race."
"Demon Race? That's even more impossible. There are only low-rank demon beasts in Yunling Mountain. We didn't see any Transformation Realm beings enter this mountain at all." North Nether True Lord refuted it without the slightest concern.
"What if the other party was here to begin with?" An eerie look appeared on the Demon Monster's face.
"Fellow Daoist means..."
"I suspect it is