What did he mean Ying Sanmeng wasn't there, and several Saint Martial demon men weren't there either?
Chai Jiu stopped answering, his eyes widening. Suddenly, he roared at Sikong Jing, "Black Scale, you little demon, where is Ying Sanmeng?"
His voice crashed, crystal clear, toward Sikong Jing and the Demon and Yu Two Veins.
The corner of Sikong Jing's mouth lifted slightly as he replied, "You finally noticed? Then where does the First Gate Master think Vein Master Ying should be?"
Chai Jiu's gaze froze, as did the gazes of everyone from the Cang Vein.
And with Sikong Jing's reply, the Cang Vein people naturally understood that Black Scale, that damned demon man, was pulling some trick again.
If Ying Sanmeng was not among the forces of the Demon and Yu Two Veins, then where had he gone?
The hair all over their bodies stood on end. Instinctively, they looked toward the calm sea around them, yet could not spot anything unusual. Subconsciously, they assumed Ying Sanmeng had led troops somewhere to lie in ambush.
In short, the Cang Vein people suddenly felt their scalps tingle without end.
Seeing that the Cang Vein people had no answer, Sikong Jing smiled again and countered...
"Chai Jiu, haven't you noticed that the Demon Vein troops gathering from every direction fired one shot and ran?"
"Tell me, then—where do you think they ran to?"
Chai Jiu abruptly raised his head at those words, a wild glint flashing in his eyes...
Over the past few days, he had only been blocking the demons' assembly. He had not paid attention to where the demons he had blocked had gone. In his view, those scattered demon men would surely seek another chance to gather again.
But Chai Jiu had naturally made preparations long ago. His plan