Among the Demon Race.
Many powerful Demon Race figures headed for Changyang Mountain.
Among them, Fu Xi and Nuwa were left behind to guard Penglai Island, in case anything unexpected happened.
Aside from Li Mo, all the powerful Demon Race figures making the journey were Quasi-Saints.
Eastern Emperor Tai Yi, Demon Emperor Di Jun, Yuanfeng, Ancestral Dragon, along with Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun.
At that moment.
Li Mo muttered to himself.
[Jun Ge is bringing only these few big shots to auction off the Primordial Violet Qi?]
[That can't be right, can it?]
[Something about this feels off.]
[Jun Ge isn't a fool. He must have a backup plan. They're probably going to run into the Witch Clan this time; they wouldn't pass up such a good chance to weaken the Demon Race.]
[After all, as far as the Witch Clan is concerned, without the Primordial Violet Qi, the Demon Race's strength will surely take a huge hit.]
[Though even if the Witch Clan got the Primordial Violet Qi, it wouldn't do them a damn bit of good.]
As he thought it over, Li Mo sized up the others.
"Zhen Yuanzi, why have you been looking like you've been holding in a full bladder this whole way? Your face is all red. Do you need to go?"
Li Mo called out.
At once, many people turned to look.
Surrounded by everyone's gazes, Zhen Yuanzi grinned sheepishly. "It's nothing! Nothing! I've been cultivating a Divine Ability lately, which is why my face is so red."
A Divine Ability?
What kind?
Hong Yun frowned. He knew Zhen Yuanzi very well.
He knew exactly how many hairs the other had on his body.
Zhen Yuanzi had never kept his cultivation of any Divine Ability from him.
He hadn't been up to anything