Before Di yihong could enter, several Demon Sect disciples stepped in front of him.
The eyes of those disciples kept roaming over Ning Rongrong and the others.
"Are you here to join the Demon Sect? Let me tell you, the Demon Sect isn't so easy to join. If you want to enter our sect, you'll have to pay a price. As for what that price is..."
The disciple did not finish his sentence. Instead, he reached out to grab Ning Rongrong.
However, before his hand had even extended halfway, it was seized by another hand.
That hand belonged to Di yihong.
"What are you doing? Don't you want to join the Demon Sect?"
"What kind of thing is the Demon Sect? A pathetic little sect that hides its head and dares not reveal itself to the world. You think you're worthy of having me join?"
As Di yihong's words fell, he tightened his grip.
A crisp cracking sound rang out.
The Demon Sect disciple immediately let out a scream, then clutched his wrist and rolled around on the ground without stopping.
The sound alerted everyone nearby, including the other Demon Sect disciples standing guard.
Soon, everyone gathered around them.
"You dared to injure a member of our Demon Sect."
After saying that, one disciple immediately ran back into the sect.
At that moment, several elderly men stepped out from the crowd.
"Young man, leave quickly. You can't afford to offend the Demon Sect. They're all demons who kill without blinking. Ever since they arrived in the city, we've felt our bodies growing weaker by the day. Some passing Soul Masters said that a terrifying formation has been set up across the entire city. A trace of our life force is drained away every day to support the cultivation of these