As for those few members of the Demon Race, their outcomes were much the same. To be fair, existences of the Dongxuan Realm already counted as powerful figures in their own right. Unfortunately, the ones they had run into were Baoshe and Bingpo.
In the eyes of the True Devil Progenitor, even ordinary old monsters at the Tribulation Transcendence Stage were nothing more than clay statues and paper paste. Those mere Dongxuan Realm existences were even less worth mentioning.
If Baoshe wanted to wipe them out, did she need to use any special move? It was simply a matter of a single thought, a single glance—more than enough to reduce them to flying ash and scattering smoke.
Speaking of it, the old man and the Demon Race members were simply unlucky. Though Baoshe and Bingpo had come here with the Ten Thousand Flood Dragon King's invitation, their identities were, after all, not suitable to be revealed. Otherwise, it would surely stir up towering waves.
Since they had seen things they should not have seen, they could only sigh at their own bad luck and end up silenced. There was nothing strange about it at all.
"Sister!"
To Baoshe, what had just happened was nothing more than a trifling scene, not worth being pleased about. What truly occupied her mind was another problem. "We've already come here. Though your cultivation art and mine are marvelous, if we keep going like this, it will be hard to avoid someone seeing through our traces. We can't possibly silence every single person. Sister once said you had a good plan to resolve this. Now, please stop keeping me in suspense."
No wonder Baoshe would say this. The two of them were True Devil Progenitors; even if they were highly skilled in arts of concealment