Take this!
Although Lian Yutong was anxious too, she knew full well that Master Qu was absent and Qu Heng was imprisoned in the blood pool. Right now, she was the only one here who could take charge.
So, no matter how panicked she felt, Lian Yutong knew she couldn't let it show.
The murmurs of doubt outside made Lian Yutong frown.
Already on edge, she hurried out of the tent and coldly surveyed the Devil Race members spouting nonsense.
With Master Qu gone, morale was wavering.
Some of the Devil Race members even continued their nonsense after Lian Yutong came out.
"Could Master Qu really have fallen into a trap? Otherwise, with his abilities, wouldn't capturing a mere human junior be a piece of cake?"
She had just stepped out of the tent when she heard them questioning Master Qu. How could Lian Yutong put up with that?
She shot them a cold look.
A surging aura, carrying immense pressure like a barrage of iron fists, smashed into the noisy Devil Race member.
Thud!
After a muffled impact—
The Devil Race member who had just been running his mouth was struck as if by a heavy blow. He flew backward, smashing through tent after tent, and carved a trench a hundred meters long through the ground before his body finally came to a stop.
Pfft!
But even after he came to a stop, it wasn't over.
Spitting blood, the noisy Devil Race member hurriedly looked toward the person who had attacked him.
The moment he saw Lian Yutong, fear and panic flashed in his eyes. Stumbling, he dropped to his knees. "Senior Sister."
The other members of the Devil Race also snapped to attention at his shout. They hurriedly looked toward Lian Yutong and called out respectfully, "Senior Sister."