Shen Yi and the others were flying rapidly toward East Sea City. Along the way, they brushed past many cultivators. Both sides watched each other warily before hurrying on.
"This tense atmosphere really makes one look forward to what's coming."
As Little Black watched those figures speed away one after another, he actually felt eager to fight them. However, tracking down the Descenders and capturing or killing them was the priority. By the time matters reached their end, someone would surely appear midway to fish in troubled waters.
"These people are all late golden core or Nascent Soul Early Stage cultivators. It seems they are not descendants of any major tribes. Clashing with them would bring more loss than gain."
As Shen Yi watched them, an idea arose in his heart. If he could recruit them for his own use—or join forces with them and support one another—that would not be a bad strategy.
"The time is not yet ripe. This strategy is of no use for now. At the very least, we must first find the Descenders' trail and see how strong they are before making further plans."
"Old Kui, how about we make a bet?"
Bored out of his mind, Hu Zhantian looked at the many great demons present and hatched an idea, pondering how to once again drag King Kui into the line of fire.
"You sickly cat, what mischief are you trying to stir up this time?"
Although King Kui knew full well that Hu Zhantian harbored no good intentions, he did not mind seeing what trick the other party intended to play. Thus, he looked toward Hu Zhantian with feigned interest.
"Let's bet on whether your Human Race brat or my son will return first."
Hu Zhantian was brimming with confidence in the son he