A great demon at the True Immortal level was personally standing guard—what could possibly go wrong?
But this Heaven-Devouring Demonic Art truly was monstrous. It could actually conceal him from a True Immortal expert.
"There's an extremely dense force of vitality over there, and countless auras are intertwined. That must be the direction."
Ye Lin flapped his wings and gazed into the distance. The grand gathering was presumably over there.
Having made up his mind, Ye Lin flew in that direction.
He could not return to the great cavern. A True Immortal-level great demon was personally guarding it, and he had only just escaped death. If he went back now, even a fool would notice something was wrong. Wouldn't that be like a sheep walking into a tiger's jaws?
There was only one way now: follow Chu Yunxiao. As long as he found Chu Yunxiao, every problem would be solved as easily as splitting bamboo.
"Hahaha, come on, drink! Drink! Keep drinking! Why've you gone and collapsed? You little lightweight."
"Hahaha, you're no better off! Strange, why are there three of you in front of me? When did you learn the art of cloning? Remember to teach me another day."
Across a mountain range, long tables had been laid out one after another. They were piled with countless delicacies from mountain and sea, along with jar after jar of wine.
Countless Demon Race members of every kind sprawled without any regard for appearance across the tables and ground, babbling drunken nonsense with cups in hand.
They looked utterly carefree and joyous.
Seeing this scene, Ye Lin's eyes swept constantly over the area. He was searching for Chu Yunxiao. He did not know how Chu Yunxiao had blended in among them, but he had a panel.
That made finding him easy.