The moment the burly black-haired man finished speaking, the broad-shouldered man moved without warning. He appeared in front of Xu Yi and struck at his chest with a massive hand. A ring of light suddenly flared, and the mild-mannered man was sent flying backward. Staring at Xu Yi, he said, "Master Jiao Da said you were deep and calculating. He was right."
"Two turns of demon essence—a fourth-rank Demon Race!"
A wave of sharp, collective gasps swept through the crowd.
It was only when the mild-mannered man revealed his strength that a black crescent moon lit up on his chest.
The Demon Race had six ranks. The first three were the first turn of demon essence; when they displayed their strength, a star shone on their chests, black, purple, or gold.
The fourth through sixth ranks were the second turn of demon essence; a moon shone on their chests, black, purple, or gold.
These markings weren't innate. The Demon Race of the Sea of Forgetfulness had deliberately created them to distinguish strength, clarify status, and reduce infighting.
"Your schemes are no less impressive, sir. I admire them as well."
Xu Yi rubbed a formation stone in his palm and smiled.
By now, Yuan Tiansi, Feng Bing, and the others were probably still as if lost in a dream, unable to make sense of what had happened. Xu Yi, however, understood the entire situation.
Once he had fully unraveled the mathematical core behind the construction of the demon palace, he had formed a bold theory: the entire palace was probably under someone's control. In other words, every move they made and every word they spoke was being watched.
The endless stream of demons had clearly been lured there.
As for the controller's purpose in acting this way, Xu Yi couldn't yet