Seeing Yi Feng's suspicious expression, everyone spoke up solemnly.
"More than dangerous—the depths of the Demon Suppressing Prison are a place where nine deaths await for every chance of life!"
"That's right. Several old monsters of the Devil Race dwell in the depths. They are true Demonic Beasts in every sense of the word!"
"Little Friend Yi, although those Demonic Beasts have hidden themselves away and only wish to preserve their strength now, they once absorbed vast amounts of vital energy and blood. Their strength does not fall below ours. You must not underestimate them!"
"Those old devils are exceedingly powerful, especially the Two-faced Demon. After countless tens of thousands of years, it has absorbed and preserved formidable vital energy and blood, while we can only let ours drain away. As one wanes and the other waxes, that Demonic Beast is likely no weaker than Elder Guo is now."
"Everything we have said is true. Little Friend, you must not take this lightly!"
The more they spoke, the graver they became, their faces filled with solemnity.
Yet Yi Feng grew more excited with every word!
Tsk tsk.
He had just missed the chance to fight Elder Guo, and now a Demonic Beast with strength comparable to Elder Guo had appeared. Heaven was truly helping him—if he did not fight it, it would be downright unreasonable!
To be cautious, Yi Feng first suppressed the anticipation in his heart.
With a serious look, he clasped his fists toward Elder Guo.
"Elder Guo, the Devil Race is so strong that even you would have trouble dealing with them? That can't be possible, can it?"
Elder Guo sighed at those words, his expression growing heavier.
"Alas."
"What my fellow Daoists have said is all true. Aside from the Two-faced Demon, the strength of those