Lu Xiaotian flew toward Camelback Ridge. Along the way, he encountered quite a few members of the Demon Race. One large group was escorting a line of prisoner carts eastward. Inside the carts sat not only human cultivators, but demons as well.
"Yu Zimo!" He spotted a woman in black, her hair hanging loose as she gazed forlornly out of the cart. Unless he had been intimately familiar with Yu Zimo's aura, he might not have recognized her in that disheveled state.
Yu Zimo was one of the few friends he had made in Yuanling City. He couldn't simply stand by and do nothing. After surveying the group, Lu Xiaotian could tell they were being taken to the Lu Qingxu Arena. Yu Zimo had likely been captured and enslaved.
Most of the Lu Qingxu Arena's business belonged to Devil Lord Bingshen. Though Devil Lord Bingshen had kept out of sight for a thousand years and never appeared, he was extremely protective of his own. If this group belonged to the Devil Lord, rashly intervening could bring no end of trouble.
Lu Xiaotian furrowed his brow. He already had Wu Changlian lurking over him like a thorn in his side; he had no desire to provoke another figure as unfathomable as Devil Lord Bingshen.
"We're almost at Camelback Ridge anyway. Judging by their direction, this group probably came from there. They still have some way to go before reaching Lu Qingxu. I'll visit the one-horned goat demon first. I can catch up with Yu Zimo afterward." Lu Xiaotian rested a hand beneath his chin. The group was guarded by only two Divine Void Realm leopard demons.
Rescuing Yu Zimo wouldn't be difficult. But directly attacking people with a powerful force backing them wasn't wise. Since the group might have come from