Stone Mountain Secret Realm, the Demon Cultivators' fortified stronghold.
The tall, thin true qi realm Demon Cultivator who had been the first to retreat behind his subordinates had barely steadied himself when the other four true qi realm agents moved in perfect unison, sliding several yards backward.
All four withdrew from the battle without hesitation, retreating behind dozens of qi-nourishing and qi-devouring realm Demon Cultivators. They pushed every subordinate onto the front line, placing them between themselves and Yang Jing's murderous advance.
Immediately afterward, four cold, indifferent commands rang out at once, ordering every Demon Cultivator before them to charge and surround the advancing Yang Jing.
They had their own calculations. Making these lowly qi-nourishing and qi-devouring realm subordinates face a terrifying expert who had instantly killed two true qi realm fighters was no different from driving sheep into a tiger's jaws, sending them out as cannon fodder.
Yet not one of the five true qi realm Demon Cultivators frowned, showed reluctance, or betrayed the slightest emotion.
Demon Cult Martial Artists were vicious by nature, addicted to slaughter, cold and ruthless. They believed in a cruel Dao Path where the strong devoured the weak and others were destroyed for their own gain.
In their eyes, subordinates were merely pawns and tools to be used, sacrificed, and discarded-cannon-fodder ants who could be thrown in to catch a blade or wear down an enemy at any moment.
As long as they could safeguard themselves, gauge their opponent's strength, and drain his fighting power, sacrificing hundreds or thousands of subordinates meant nothing to them.
The lives and deaths of others had never entered their calculations. Only their own interests and their own lives mattered.
Ahead of them, the densely packed crowd of nearly a hundred qi-nourishing and qi-devouring realm Demon Cultivators had all