Chai Jiu understood completely. That shadowy figure of a super-god warrior just now had definitely been fake, while this one was real... Red Wind Old Monster had happened to be inside Blood Evil Valley. Hearing Black Scale Little Demon's cry for help, he had rushed out.
"He deliberately scared me off for a moment, then called in a real one. Damn, damn, damn!"
He was practically exploding with rage, but Chai Jiu could only turn and flee again at once. This time, he truly fled for his life.
At the entrance to Blood Evil Valley, Red Wind Old Monster appeared.
Though he had ignored worldly affairs for decades, and though he was still subduing the spiritual shadow of the Blood Silence Fierce Python, his mortal enemy, Eight Steeds Linked Camp Island, had come right beneath his nose. There was no way Red Wind Old Monster would not come out to take a look.
At first glance, he saw Sikong Jing and Twelve Leopard, followed by Tutu and Le Xiao, badly wounded and unconscious.
With a hum, he immediately sent a stream of power into Le Xiao and Tutu, treating their injuries.
Then Red Wind Old Monster looked at Sikong Jing and the other and asked, "Who are you? You aren't disciples of my Red Wind Sect?"
Red Wind Old Monster still knew absolutely nothing about the Cangyu Demon Sect.
Sikong Jing silently composed himself and immediately cupped his fists. "Cangyu Demon Sect disciples Sikong Jing and Teng Yue greet you, Senior."
He did not point out that the other man was Red Wind Old Monster. He simply acted as though he did not know him.
Red Wind Old Monster furrowed his brow and asked blankly, "Cangyu Demon Sect? What the hell is that?"
It was merely a tiny Three