Beside the Demon Fighting Arena in the Northern Sky Prison.
Gu Rui stood rooted to the spot, his expression dark, with Han Gu, Qinglin, Guizhi, and the other demons beside him.
Word had already reached them: the sudden upheaval in the Northern Sky Prison was a trap laid for the Third Prince.
Gu Rui's expression grew uglier. If his younger brother truly died in the Northern Sky Prison today, some of that debt would inevitably be laid at his door.
Given his elder brother Gu Feng's sinister, cunning nature, he would surely seize the chance to wash his hands of all involvement. In the end, Gu Rui would become the chief culprit who had "lured his own brother to his death."
Once that label stuck, his reputation in Azure Sea Lake would likely plummet, and he would struggle to clear his name for years to come.
As for whether Gu Xing could escape by some stroke of luck?
Gu Rui shook his head inwardly. He could see no possibility of it.
Even the sixth-tier cultivators led by Shui Xu alone were more than enough to capture Gu Xing, never mind the three seventh-tier great demons imprisoned deep within the Northern Sky Prison.
This trap was practically a sentence of certain death.
He raised his eyes toward the seal over the Demon-Slaying Platform. Since Shui Xu had dared to leave without concern, he was clearly certain that their combined strength could never break it.
Guizhi, Qinglin, and the other demons remained silent, each harboring their own thoughts.
Only Jiao Ling, the Third Princess of the Merfolk, could not conceal the trace of worry between her brows.
She had only met the Third Prince for the first time today. Yet somehow, after winning that wager earlier and raking in a fortune, she