Xuan Daobei and the other great Demons visibly paused, astonishment in their eyes.
"Wu Mingyao..."
They did not recognize Lin Xuan at once, but they clearly saw Wu Mingyao.
The land below was a complete mess, Demon blood staining the ground red.
Clearly, the Xuanlong Clan Demon who had sent the message and his subordinates had already met with disaster.
Xuan Daobei pushed his senses to their limit, and the unease in his heart instantly swelled to its peak.
He still could not sense the two people within his sight. Everything seemed incomparably strange.
"Wait!"
He suddenly spoke, gazing across ten thousand li at Lin Xuan and Wu Mingyao.
When his gaze shifted to Lin Xuan, fragments of information suddenly flashed through Xuan Daobei's mind.
"It's him!"
Xuan Daobei realized it, his massive eyes narrowing slightly.
"It's actually Lin Xuan. Clan brother, killing him would be a great merit!"
Beside Xuan Daobei, an Xuanlong Clan member's eyes flashed brilliantly, looking exceptionally excited.
"I have a feeling something is wrong!"
Xuan Daobei's brows knitted deeply.
At that moment, Lin Xuan suddenly raised a hand toward them, lightly crooking his index finger, his face full of provocation.
"Bastard! A mere Mid Earth Immortal dares to be so arrogant? You're courting death."
Another Xuanlong Clan member spoke, fury surging through his words.
"Hmph..."
"Kill our way over!"
Anger likewise rose in Xuan Daobei's heart, and the bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes overwhelmed his reason.
The Demon Race was warlike—this was common knowledge in the Upper Realm.
They constantly used battle and bloodshed to spur the transformation of their bloodlines, growing stronger with every fight.
Among the Demon Race, there were no cowards!
Or rather, every Demon was single-minded.
They simply could not resist Lin Xuan's provocation.
In an instant, thirty great Demons surged