Deep within the Blood Sea, inside Minghe's abode, the Blood God Hall.
Minghe looked at Kunpeng and sighed softly. "Fellow Daoist, you should still flee!"
Kunpeng glanced at Poxun and the other old demons behind Minghe, then gritted his teeth. "If this misunderstanding is not cleared up, neither of us will escape today! We may escape for a time, but not forever. We merely used that demonic formation; we never colluded with that demon..."
Under Kunpeng's gaze, Poxun, Uma, and the others all became wary.
Uma said, "None of us expected the Demon Ancestor to descend. We had only intended to cooperate with you two and activate the demonic formation buried deep beneath Mount Sumeru, trapping those two brothers..."
Poxun nodded as well. "Originally, we planned to save those demonic formations for dealing with the disciples of those two in the future. After all, they are Saint disciples. We did not dare act against them lightly, for fear that we might accidentally draw out a Saint..."
Now, that very fear had finally come true... though the process had been somewhat unexpected.
Poxun was actually quite fond of his life. One could tell from the way he fled the moment he saw Wu Chu. It was only because Kunpeng and Minghe intended to join forces against those two brothers and seize the Grandmist Purple Qi from them that Poxun and the others did not mind lending a hand.
Otherwise, as remnants of the Demon Sect, in an era when Saints were about, they would have been hiding for dear life. How could they possibly take the initiative to show themselves and provoke the majesty of Saints?
"Could it be that the successful activation of those demonic formations allowed that demon to sense them?"
Minghe could only speculate this way. After all,