"Hmm? A call from Old Ox? Put it through!"
"Xiao Meng, what is it?"
"Hmm? Old Ox told me to keep an eye on the people who came in this time? What's there to watch about them?"
"Old Ox? What's going on over there? A bunch of weaklings. Only the leader has a bit of ability—he could be trained as a slave warrior. The rest are the usual sort, fit to be serfs."
"Nonsense, I'm right in front of them."
"Watch my ass. There were twelve of them to begin with, and three are already dead. If I hadn't acted fast enough, this operation would've been a total loss."
He unleashed a barrage into the phone. After all, observing them first before coming over had long been a rule—no, it should be called an ironclad law.
Unless they were certain of the target's strength and could guarantee they could take them down, they would never act rashly.
Yet three out of the twelve had died, and the remaining nine had nearly been wiped out as well. Once they confirmed that the group had no hidden tricks left, the people observing in secret immediately stepped out and resolved the crisis for the nine.
Mm, in the end, the nine from the Demon Court had still failed to die and successfully survived.
At the critical moment, someone had appeared and driven away the danger. The Demon Court's prodigies and the others naturally wore expressions of immense delight and relief at surviving a calamity.
What was more, they discovered that although the newcomers' auras were not strong, there truly was a trace of extraordinary aura within their bodies. This filled them with even greater joy.
As Da Luo, as Taiyi, so long as they still possessed even a scrap of peak extraordinary power,