Muttering under his breath, the Demonic Cultivator Body immediately beckoned, drawing the pattern resembling a vertical eye into his palm.
It felt weightless in his hand. Were it not for the waves of icy chill emanating from it, he would have almost thought he was holding nothing at all.
With the map of Leizhou reverberating in his mind, he swiftly soared above the clouds and sped in the direction Yun Chuan had indicated.
He did not know where the Devil Race had trapped the cultivators stationed by the various forces across Leizhou.
In this Devil Race operation, his task was to infiltrate Leizhou's cultivators in his true body and, once the operation began, destroy and seize the sixth-grade Spirit Veins controlled by the various factions.
As for everything else, Tantai Zhi was making the arrangements.
But that did not matter. He had already learned Su Shi'er's and the other person's objective from Yun Chuan, as well as their precise destination.
As long as he intercepted them before they reached that destination and encountered that devil,
the supreme treasure in Su Shi'er's possession would inevitably fall into his hands.
The Demonic Cultivator Body flew through the air with faint anticipation. Only then did he raise the mysterious eye pattern he had just acquired before him and examine it carefully.
Other than sensing the pattern continuously radiating an icy aura when held in his hand, he could discern nothing else unusual about it.
The Demonic Cultivator Body was not surprised by this.
Treasures connected to the Spiritual Sense of living beings had always been exceptionally mysterious and extraordinary.
After a brief hesitation, Demonic Yuan surged through the Demonic Cultivator Body's palm as he attempted to channel it into the eye pattern.
The next moment, wherever the Demonic Yuan passed, the originally sky-blue