At that moment, two Integration Stage evil path old devils hovered high in the sky, looking down at the battlefield below.
"This kid is something else. With cultivation at the Deity Transformation Stage, he actually broke out of a ninth-order grand formation..."
The speaker was called Ghost King Xuan Yan. His voice was hoarse, as though someone were tearing at leather paper.
Ancestor Jiu Mo chuckled when he heard that.
"Heh... He must have relied on some other method. Didn't you smell a hint of Witchcraft Path..."
Ghost King Xuan Yan turned his head and glanced at the Celestial Race cultivators in the distance.
"Old ghost, the two of us traveled all this way and ended up making a wasted trip. Don't you think they should give us an explanation..."
Ancestor Jiu Mo gave a sly laugh. "Then charge them more..."
"Wouldn't that be inappropriate? They've already paid quite enough..."
Ghost King Xuan Yan still had some sense of shame, after all. The Celestial Race had paid far too much.
When Ghost King Xuan Yan said that, Ancestor Jiu Mo snorted coldly.
"It was their Celestial Race that failed to stop that kid. We arrived as promised. What's that got to do with us..."
Ancestor Jiu Mo didn't care about any of that. Throughout Jiao Xiu Realm, the only Integration Stage old monsters willing to take this job were the two of them.
Why else would they have accepted the job if not to get paid more? What did they need shame for?
Ghost King Xuan Yan nodded. "Exactly, exactly... That's what I meant too. We hurried all the way here, only to find the man gone. Isn't this treating us like fools? They have to pay more..."
At that moment, Huan Lou arrived before them and bowed deeply to