"Four Feather Transformations... what do I do?"
Mo Hua's thoughts raced.
If it were only Mr. Tu, he could still make use of everything he had learned about him over this long period, make use of Mr. Tu's loyalty to the Lord of the Great Wilderness, make use of Mr. Tu's inability to grasp the situation, and add a little Dao Heart Planting Demon to "bluff" him.
But now, three more Feather Transformations had arrived.
One was a traitor of the Shangguan Family, a former Elder with real authority; one was a corpse demon from Corpse Valley who raised Gold Corpses; and one was an old Feather Transformation devil from the Demon Sword Sect. The situation had instantly become much more complicated—and much more dangerous...
Mo Hua's gaze narrowed slightly. Using his Divine Consciousness to control his expression, he put on a calm face, while inwardly racking his brains for words with which to "bewitch" them.
Meanwhile, the moment Shangguan Wang and the others entered the great hall, their pupils contracted and their faces darkened like still water.
Blood had splashed across the hall like spilled ink.
The Golden Core devil heads from the various sects were almost all dead or wounded. Looking around, they had all killed one another, tearing and devouring each other's flesh until they died. Their appearances were utterly miserable.
One look was enough to tell that they had been harmed by some utterly inhumane "Great Demon."
The Corpse Valley Feather Transformation's expression immediately turned icy. Suppressing his fury, his eyes revealed deathly killing intent as he glared at Mr. Tu.
"Mr. Tu... only a few hours have passed. Why have all the Golden Core disciples of my Corpse Valley died so miserably?"
"Shouldn't you... give this old man an explanation?"
His rage and killing intent