Spoiled Rotten (Seeking Monthly Votes)

Buried thirty-three yards underground, Li Yunjing could still clearly perceive the fluctuations of the battle taking place on the surface through his divine sense.

The strength of those two demonic cultivators was clearly extraordinary; despite being besieged by thousands of fish demons, they did not fall into a disadvantageous position in the slightest.

"Senior Brother, although these fish demons are numerous, they possess low intelligence and are nothing more than cannon fodder."

One of the demonic cultivators sneered, the large black net in his hand unfurling once more to instantly trap dozens of fish demons.

The other demonic cultivator held a fishing rod and gave it a light flick; the hook pierced into the body of a Third-Order Fish Demon King like a bolt of lightning.

The Fish Demon King let out a shrill roar and struggled for a few moments before the strange power on the hook drained its demon energy, leaving it a withered husk.

"The Demon Cores of these fish demons are good things; they shouldn't be wasted."

The demonic cultivator chuckled and casually tucked the Fish Demon King's Demon Core into his pocket.

Li Yunjing frowned deeply as he watched from underground.

The methods of these two demonic cultivators were indeed strange, especially the large black net and the fishing rod, which were clearly magical treasures specifically designed to restrain demon beasts.

If they were allowed to continue like this, it was likely that the fish demons would be cleared out quickly, at which point they would be able to approach that barren mountain peak without any obstruction.

"Old Li, what should we do? Are we just going to watch them succeed?"

Fu Chao asked with some anxiety.

"No rush, let's wait a bit longer."

Li Yunjing whispered, "Since this mountain peak can attract so many