Dense footsteps rang out through the stone passage.
Seven or eight Devils, all with Foundation Establishment cultivation, approached. The man at their head had long limbs, red hair, red robes, and a red cloak draped over his shoulders—red from head to toe.
The Blood Sea Dharma King of the Heavenly Demon Sect, Kun Naxie.
During this struggle for power between the left and right emissaries, Kun Naxie had not taken sides. He had honestly stayed on the fence, ready to help whoever won. Quite a few hall masters shared his thinking. At the crucial moment of choosing sides, they remained silent and refused the benefits Mo Luo and Mo She had promised them.
As the saying went: when the cold winds blew and the earth froze, you were nowhere to be seen; when spring blossoms bloomed, who were you to show up? If you did not pick a side, you would not get to sit in a row and share the fruit.
Turned around, though, the saying carried another meaning. Though they would lose the merit of backing the new ruler, neither had they aided a tyrant in his evil. When the new sect leader settled accounts, at worst they would yield their positions to the meritorious. They would not suffer any bone-breaking disaster.
To put it plainly, Devils like Kun Naxie had no great ambitions. They merely wanted to muddle through their days in peace.
"Three days now, and there hasn't been a single sound. By all rights, the winner should have been decided by now..."
Unease gnawed at Kun Naxie, and his steps quickened.
Three days had passed since Mo Luo and Mo She faced off in the forbidden grounds. Kun Naxie had received word in advance and anticipated a bloody clash, so he had kept far away