Investigating the Enemy's Strength
A cruel glint flashed through Chen Lang's eyes. He turned his head and sneered. "Since they've delivered themselves right to our doorstep, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
Then he turned to the Devil Race disciples behind him and ordered, "Everyone, hide! Wait for my signal!"
"Yes!" they answered in unison, then vanished from sight within moments.
The woman, however, didn't hide. With a smile, she walked over to him and pressed her voluptuous body against his, leaning half against him as a finger traced lightly across his chest. In a teasing voice, she said, "Once we're done here, it'll be time to take care of our business, won't it?"
Chen Lang burst out laughing and gave her a shameless squeeze on her rounded backside. "Tonight, I'll show you what I'm made of!"
The woman flashed him a seductive smile, without a trace of shyness. She remained brazenly draped against him, but her gaze turned toward the south. A line of about fifteen or sixteen figures was slowly appearing before them.
Chen Lang furrowed his brow, quickly noticing something was wrong.
Hadn't the scout reported that there were around twenty of them? Why were several missing? And none of these people seemed to be below the Spirit Soul Realm. He did spot the blind man, though.
His expression darkened. The woman beside him, Wen Mei, seemed to guess what was troubling him. Her foxlike eyes studied the opponents at the head of the group as she smiled. "It seems they hid those few weaklings for safety's sake?"
Chen Lang gave a muffled snort, looking displeased. With his cultivation, he couldn't even locate where those little nobodies were hiding. It was rather embarrassing. Still, he knew this was the work of that Soul Cultivator.
Soon, his