With a sweep of his sleeve, Xuan Shi spoke.
For him, this journey was not merely about guarding against the dangers of the secret realm or preventing Su Shi'er from causing trouble along the way. Even the Wu Clan—and Kong Yue, a fellow Demon Cultivator—were within the scope of his vigilance.
With that, Xuan Shi let out a muffled grunt and immediately led the Demon Cultivators beside him onward.
Wu Changdeng remained where he was and did not stop them.
He merely watched the departing backs of those Demon Cultivators, his expression grave.
He was certain he had not misread the change in their blood and vitality just now.
He, too, had been on guard against these Demon Race members. Given the chance, he would certainly strike without hesitation and leave those Demon Cultivators dead here.
But even if he were to act, now was not the time.
At this moment, Wu Changdeng's expression was solemn as he quietly suppressed his intentions toward the Demon Race.
When his palm had landed on that Demon Cultivator's shoulder, aside from the changes in blood and life force, he had also faintly sensed a trace of an obscure yet radiant aura, extremely similar to the one in the earlier image of battle intent.
That aura had vanished in a flash.
It had been so swift that even he had failed to truly discern it.
"Fellow Daoist Changdeng, have you discovered something?"
At that moment, Pan Cangheng, who had been walking at the very front of the group, suddenly slowed and glanced back at Wu Changdeng.
Pan Cangheng's lips moved slightly, yet no sound emerged.
In truth, his voice transmission sounded directly beside Wu Changdeng's ear.
"This person has likely long been targeted by some kind of soul-hosting technique.
But the other party is