Senior of the Demonic Path

"Very good."

Long Qing licked his lips and chuckled, "This trip was worth it after all."

Li Fengling nodded with a smile.

Long Qing's gaze burned with fervor as he whispered a telepathic message, "This senior of the Demonic path is truly a formidable figure. To have survived for so many years sealed in this godforsaken place, they must possess truly astonishing divine abilities..."

Li Fengling laughed, "Naturally. You have already seen how powerful my Demonic Smoke Spirit Wind Technique is."

"Indeed, I have. It is a pity that I have been unable to condense a Demonic Heart, so I cannot cultivate this technique." Long Qing said with regret.

"Donor Long, what are you two whispering about?"

On the other side of the Black Mist sphere, the great monk Yuanjue noticed something amiss and could not help but let out a cold snort.

As a cultivator of the righteous path, his Spirit Spring Temple was at odds with the Demonic faction, the Little Night Palace.

Therefore, he had remained vigilant ever since Li Fengling suggested that everyone ascend the Altar, suspecting that the woman had no good intentions.

"My partner and I are just sharing a few private words. Are you jealous, Master?"

Long Qing tilted his nose to the sky and retorted, "My Little Night Palace is filled with beauties. Would you like me to introduce a stunning partner to you as well, Master?"

"Amitabha, goodness me!"

The great monk Yuanjue pressed his palms together, so angry that his beard bristled and his eyes widened.

Li Fengling flicked her wrist, and a small blood-colored bottle appeared in her hand. Before everyone's eyes, she suddenly tossed the bottle toward the Black Mist sphere.

A wave of blood surged out, carrying a thick, pungent stench.

This wave of blood seemed to