Lin Baichuan wore a cold sneer, but a trace of gravity rose in his heart. The arrival of these twelve Immortal Emperor Realm Experts was too strange. They could not possibly have come so quickly.
Unless they had known from the start that he would come to the Crimson Cloud Star Sea and had rushed over in advance.
But he had never revealed his whereabouts to anyone. All this time, he had traveled alone. How could the Demon Race have learned of his movements beforehand?
"Mission Hall..."
A thought instantly surfaced in Lin Baichuan's mind. He had accepted ten missions at the Mission Hall. If someone had been determined enough to investigate, they truly could have deduced his route.
But according to the rules of the ancestral court, missions accepted by disciples of the War Hall at the Mission Hall were strictly confidential.
The Demon Race could not possibly have known.
The only possibility was that there had been a problem within the Mission Hall. Someone had leaked the missions he had accepted—and leaked them to the Demon Race.
"Damn it!"
Having figured everything out in an instant, Lin Baichuan's Killing Intent erupted from the depths of his heart. He secretly swore, Just let me find out who it is. I'll wipe out your entire clan...
"Boy, stop thinking about stalling for time. Even if flowers bloom from your tongue today, it'll be useless. You're dead for sure..."
At that moment, the Golden Roc Ancestor let out a cold laugh. Killing Intent bladed through his eyes as he glared at Lin Baichuan with boundless hatred. "You killed so many members of my Golden Roc Clan. I have long wanted to settle this score with you properly.
Today, neither heaven nor earth can save you..."
"Why waste so many words on