The night wind was like a blade, cutting across his face with bone-piercing cold.
Shen Che's figure became a faint streak of ink across the vast snowfield, moving at an unbelievable speed.
He poured Innate True Essence into his legs and pushed his movement technique to its limit. The snow beneath his feet did not even have time to sink before he had already appeared a hundred zhang away.
Something had happened at the Spirit Mine in the Black Stone Mountain Range, and the matter reeked of strangeness.
Blood River Demon Venerable's clone had only just been destroyed. By all reason, his forces should have temporarily withdrawn and lain low, not stirred up fresh trouble so quickly.
When something was abnormal, there had to be a demon behind it.
There had to be some scheme at work that Shen Che did not know about.
"Was it revenge? Or a show of force?"
As Shen Che raced onward, his mind rapidly pieced things together.
"No. A Golden Core Great Demon's horizons would not be so narrow. Slaughtering an ordinary mining camp merely to take revenge on an Innate Martial Artist makes no sense."
To a certain extent, Golden Core Great Demons had already cast off base desires. What they pursued was the Great Dao, a higher realm. Blood River Demon Venerable had targeted him for his Yin-Yang Unity Body, for the Blood River Demonic Scripture that had stalled at a bottleneck.
Therefore, all of his actions should revolve around two core objectives: increasing his strength and breaking through his bottleneck.
Then what use did a Spirit Mine have to him?
Spirit Stones? Demons and fiends could cultivate with Spirit Stones as well, but the efficiency was far inferior to devouring the souls of living beings.
Miners? A few hundred ordinary miners