Demon Spirit Saint stood in the void, the demonic aura around him restrained yet flowing, his aura dark and unfathomable.
He silently swept past those ant-like races. With a slight flutter of his robes, he headed straight for the Eight Treasures Merit Pool in the core region.
Not a single ripple was left in the void.
Zhunti, the West's second-strongest expert, had gone to Asura City to negotiate with Old Ancestor Ming He after Chiming Daojun was killed by him. He was currently absent from Mount Sumeru.
The ordinary believers left behind in the mountains naturally could not detect Demon Spirit Saint.
However, Jieyin, who was meditating in seclusion, immediately sensed a concealed and unpleasant aura entering the territory of Mount Sumeru.
That aura was cold and viscous, and its target was himself.
Seated motionlessly atop the Twelve Grade Merit Golden Lotus, Jieyin was surrounded by Yinyun Buddha Light. His eyelids were slightly lowered, and a trace of killing intent flashed through the depths of his eyes.
Should he eliminate this unstable factor now?
Jieyin's Divine Sense had already locked onto the intruder.
Though his Spiritual Sense indicated that the newcomer was not the source of the demonic scourge, he was certainly a key leader.
His combat strength did not match that of a Saint, but below the Saint realm, anyone who faced him would find him extremely troublesome.
If he killed him, he might earn some merit from Hongjun;
But this demon clearly knew he was no match for a Saint and had still come to his door. Perhaps...
In that brief moment of consideration, Demon Spirit Saint had already arrived before Jieyin.
With demonic aura swirling around him, he slightly raised a hand and offered a fierce salute.
"This Seat is Demon Spirit Saint. Saint Jieyin, I have