Only after a moment had passed, when they truly sensed none of that icy aura like the Nine-Nether.
The demons present did not speak aloud either, merely beginning to exchange their thoughts through voice transmission.
"How should we resolve this? The Venerable made it quite clear earlier—the Five Elders hope we can cast aside our prejudices and face this great enemy together."
A black-robed Demonic Cultivator as skinny as a monkey on the left was the first to speak.
Heart Fox narrowed her eyes and instinctively examined him, trying to identify his identity.
Yet every true body that had come here was hidden extremely well; they would only reveal themselves if absolutely necessary.
Apart from the auras representing the Black Sun Sect and Deathless Manor, the other four sects had yet to make any move.
Entrusting their lives to fellow Demonic Cultivators was something they would only do if their brains had been eaten by donkeys.
It was perfectly normal that she could not identify him.
They were all comrades of the Demonic Path. Who among them did not know how treacherous the others were?
Upon hearing the words spoken by that skinny monkey-like Demonic Cultivator, some could not help curling their lips.
Still, he had spoken the truth.
Invoking the Five Elders—and having Wuwei Old Devil personally appear and personally deliver their message—was itself a representation of the attitude held by those great figures above.
"The Five Elders hope that we can get to know one another."
To put it bluntly, they absolutely could not be spies for the Immortal Path!
That was practically the first thought that arose in the minds of the demons present after hearing those words.
Things like dragging others down or abandoning fellow Demonic Cultivators were trivial matters to them, mere drops in the