"Something feels off."
A Demonic Cultivator stroked his chin, then swiftly contacted the Skin-Painting Demon Sect behind him.
A wisp of black qi seeped from the skin of his face, then vanished beneath it in an instant, returning to the deepest darkness of his pupils.
Yet no one looked over at such a strange sight.
After arriving here, the terrifying demonic qi had surged forth without end. Some cultivators were practically overwhelmed just dealing with it.
No one knew why they had come here, yet among the figures present, there were very few Rogue Cultivators. From that alone, one could infer a thing or two.
The Holy Sect behind him sent back a reply.
"Continue observing."
"Got it, got it."
The Demonic Cultivator felt gloomy inside, always feeling that his next assignment was a massive pitfall.
He had previously thought being a protector was a massive pitfall.
But it seemed the other man was living high on the hog within the sect, with several sects' Attendants at his side. No matter how he looked at it, that was far better than being out here himself, voluntarily entering the vicinity of Ghost Mountain to keep watch.
At least his life was not in danger.
"Still, something is very wrong."
The Demonic Cultivator cast his gaze into the distance and clearly saw the expressions on those three faces.
They were very similar to the expressions worn by Old Devils of the Demonic Path when they seized bodies.
"Could a peak Devil Master only rely on body seizure to revive?"
He frowned as a thought surfaced in his heart.
It always felt as though such a method did not fit the Devil Master powers he knew of.
What was a great power? One capable of anything was a great power. Relying on body