Yan Chihuo glanced at the five tiger demons and let out a cold laugh, then drew the Seven Absolutes Cold Mist Sword back into his body.
The five tiger demons breathed heavily. Though they looked furious on the surface, all five understood that what they felt was fear. Yan Chihuo's sword strike just now had let them taste the breath of death. Surrounded by Poison-Tailed Bees, they might still have had a chance to escape, but beneath Yan Chihuo's sword, they felt nothing but death.
Elder Geng said, "Everyone, cool your tempers. We still need to weather this storm in the same boat."
Xiong Lie also said, "That fox demoness and the human cultivators have both run off. What are we still fighting for?"
Yan Chihuo did not reply. He descended from the air, sat cross-legged upon a large boulder, and meditated to restore his mana. The five tiger demons also landed and began restoring their mana separately.
After this battle, the demons of Bear Tiger Ridge became much more obedient. There was even a trace of fear in the way they looked at Yan Chihuo. Whenever they occasionally encountered human cultivators along the way, these demons pretended not to see them. Still, they did not encounter any more Demon Race members causing trouble on the journey, so no one else was lost.
That day, Gu Guan suddenly said, "It's up ahead." With that, he descended first, followed in turn by Yan Chihuo, Elder Geng, and the demons.
Before them lay a valley. The demons looked it over but saw nothing unusual, and could not help exchanging puzzled looks. Gu Guan glanced at Elder Geng, who calmly stepped forward and said, "This place has been covered by an array. Naturally, you cannot see anything."
Yan Chihuo's heart stirred. He poured