Several martial artists sat in the main hall of Crystal Palace. They all looked indistinguishable from humans, with hands, feet, eyes, and mouths.
Yet the demonic aura they desperately tried to conceal could never be fully suppressed.
After Spirit Lake Dragon King returned, the few members of the Demon Race hurried over to ask about the situation.
"The martial artists from Devil Palace could have come early or late, but they had to show up at a time like this!"
"What a headache!"
A long-faced man with a pallid complexion said in a low voice, "If they had come a few months later, we would have finished dealing with matters here."
Spirit Lake Dragon King took several deep breaths before suppressing the anger in his heart. Clearly, Devil Palace's sudden visit had caught him off guard as well.
"Now that things have come to this, there's no turning back."
"Fellow Daoists, hurry up and open the formation restrictions beneath this Crystal Palace!"
The long-faced man gave a bitter, helpless laugh. "Brother Ao has occupied this place for tens of thousands of years and painstakingly studied that formation restriction for all this time without opening it. We've only been here a few years. Opening it will certainly not be easy."
"Even though all of us are renowned Formation Daoists in the Demon Realm, breaking through a restriction from the 'ancient era' is truly no easy task!"
As the long-faced man spoke, an ugly, short old man beside him suddenly asked doubtfully:
"Brother Ao, are you truly certain... that beneath Spirit Lake, inside that formation restriction, lies the cave dwelling of a Great Mystic Art User?"
Spirit Lake Dragon King swept his gaze over the members of the Demon Race with displeasure and said coldly:
"Could it be fake?"
"If the cave