He's a Traitor

After the two sides fell into a standoff, both were brimming with killing intent.

Demonic cultivators, even after taking human form, remained bloodthirsty and violent by nature. That beastly instinct was buried deep in their bones and could never be cast aside.

Just as both sides were preparing to make a move, one of the merman demon cultivators, whose face appeared more mature, spoke in a deep voice.

"Now that we've fallen into a trap with a powerful enemy before us, harmony should take priority. Let's first figure out how to escape, then discuss what was said earlier. If there truly is a traitor, someone will deal with him eventually. Why let a little suspicion get us all killed here?"

He was the eldest among them, having cultivated for more than four thousand years, and was renowned for his steady temperament.

With him speaking up, Tang Yu hesitated for a moment before pointing at Old Hu.

"I can no longer trust this man. As we deal with the formation and try to escape, if he makes even the slightest suspicious move, I would rather die with him than let him live. If he isn't a traitor, I'm willing to accept punishment after we leave this place."

"Fine. You said it."

Old Hu was also seething with anger. He had originally planned to capture a group of female cultivators and bring them back to his cave abode, where they would serve him day and night after the battle ended.

Instead, he had stepped into a formation the moment he arrived—and now this bastard was treating him like a traitor?

After the group spoke for a while, the killing power of several formations began to reveal itself.

The invisible, bone-piercing chill grew increasingly intense, making everyone feel as though the circulation of