Once again, the Demon Race felt the arrogance of the Sun-Devouring Sky Hound.
"What an arrogant little brat!" the black-robed old man said coldly.
"Come with me into the city and search for his traces. I'll let him know what despair means!"
Whoosh! He Voidbroke from outside the city into the city, beginning his search for every trace of Qin Luo.
He was not among the strongest beings of the Demon Race, but his tracking ability ranked among the very best.
Before long, amid the myriad demons, he found that wisp of Qin Luo's trail.
A trace of aura belonging to both the Blood-Feather Sky Wolf and the Sun-Devouring Sky Hound.
"I found you." The old man sneered repeatedly.
"Next, I'll let you experience the taste of despair."
He immediately activated the secret treasure in his hand and began searching for Qin Luo's whereabouts.
As long as he was alive, he would surely be found.
The other demons also landed nearby, watching the old man with anticipation in their eyes.
As time passed, the old man's expression grew increasingly grim.
He kept muttering, "Impossible, impossible. How can I not find him?"
"He isn't among the Demon Race? Did he die?"
"No, no, something must be wrong. As long as he remains in this universe, I will definitely be able to find him!"
He activated his origin power and spat out a mouthful of old blood onto the secret treasure, beginning a frenzied deduction in search of the Sun-Devouring Sky Hound bloodline's traces.
From day to night, then from night to day, he did not stop for three days and three nights.
He spat out nine mouthfuls of origin blood in total, and his aura had already become utterly listless.
In the end, pfft...
He spewed out a huge mouthful of