The palace gates stood open, and the great hall was spacious and brightly lit.
Shi Yue, Xiaoyaozi, and the others stood inside the hall. A graceful young woman in a green skirt stood off to one side, holding a Transmission Mirror.
"Senior Shi, I've done as you asked. Can you spare my life now?" the young woman in the green skirt asked cautiously.
Shi Yue nodded. "If we find him, I'll spare you. Come with us."
The young woman in the green skirt smiled bitterly but agreed.
"Fellow Daoist Shi, I didn't realize you had planted a spy among the Devil Race," Ao Xiaotian said in surprise.
"It's nothing. My subordinates are simply capable," Shi Yue replied with a light laugh.
The young woman in the green skirt was a member of the Devil Race who had been hiding under the identity of Zhang Ruoyun. But even the most carefully woven net had a hole somewhere. Xie Chong had uncovered Zhang Ruoyun's true identity and informed Shi Yue.
When Shi Yue confronted her, he hadn't even needed to torture her. Zhang Ruoyun had readily accepted her fate and cooperated with them in everything.
She knew when to bow to the inevitable. The Devil Race was finished; there was no point in walking down a dead-end road. It could only lead to death.
The Devil Race wasn't united as one, either. There were cowards among them, and, more importantly, Mo Yunzi, their leader, was dead. The Devil Race was left without a head.
With Mo Yunzi dead, the other members of the Devil Race had to seek a way out. Some would fight to the bitter end, while others would buckle.
"Yes, I'll do whatever you say, Senior Shi," Zhang Ruoyun replied, not daring to refuse.
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