After seeing Mo Lei awaken her Demonic Blood Power and learning that her surname was Mo, Ling Tian had known they were blood relatives. But he hadn't dared acknowledge her—not only because he feared Mo Lei had come to capture him, but also because he feared her attitude. He worried that his own kin might put profit before family ties.
Now that he knew Mo Lei and the others had come to protect him, all his worries vanished. Confirming that bond of kinship filled him with joy.
Hua Min'er and the other two women knew Ling Tian's concerns, too, and they were happy for him now that things had turned out this way.
"That's wonderful! With help from the Devil Race in the Immortal Realm, it'll be much easier for us to deal with Li Huo and the others. We won't have to keep hiding and running anymore," Yao Yu said with a smile. Her eyes lit up, and she asked, "Ling Tian, how many people did the Devil Race send down? A thousand?"
In Yao Yu's mind, the Human Race in the Immortal Realm could send three thousand people, so the Devil Race would surely send a similar force. With those reinforcements, they could face Li Huo and the others head-on.
Unexpectedly, Ling Tian shook his head and held up one finger.
"Ah, don't tell me it's ten thousand! That's just..." Lian Yue cried out, brimming with excitement.
"No, fewer than a hundred." Ling Tian shook his head again. Seeing the disbelief on Yao Yu and the others' faces, he smiled. "That's enough to carry out my plan. This time, I'll make Li Huo and the others regret opposing us."
The news that fewer than a hundred people were coming disappointed Yao Yu and the others. But seeing how