Four Demon Generals, None Missing

After Jiameng Pass fell quiet once more.

The Four Demon Generals' first order of business was not celebrating.

It was counting heads.

Mo Liqing stood inside the city gate.

He first looked at Mo Lihong.

"Second Brother."

"Here."

Then he looked at Mo Lihai.

"Third Brother."

"Alive."

Finally, he looked at Mo Lishou.

Mo Lishou rolled his eyes.

"Big Brother."

"I'm standing right in front of you."

"You can see me."

Mo Liqing laughed.

"It's good that I can."

"None missing."

Just that one sentence.

The four of them, who had still been somewhat excited, suddenly fell silent.

They themselves did not know what the so-called "predestined death tribulation" specifically entailed.

But one targeted attack after another over the past several days

had been enough to make anyone understand

that the other side truly wanted them dead.

The first time, they had charged at the Mixed Element Umbrella.

The second time, they had tried to kill Mo Lihai at close range.

The third time, they had simultaneously launched a fierce assault on Mo Liqing while luring away the Flower-Fox Marten.

If they had still followed their old habit of fighting separately,

whether all four of them could still be standing inside Jiameng Pass now—

was truly hard to say.

Mo Lihong was the first to look at Lin Yuan.

"Fellow Daoist Lin."

"I'm convinced."

Lin Yuan had just landed.

He was momentarily stunned upon hearing that.

"Convinced of what?"

"Back when you told the four of us not to split up when fighting."

"This poor Daoist had actually been a little unconvinced in his heart."

Mo Lihong did not hide it at all.

"I always thought that we four brothers had cultivated together for so many years."

"How could we possibly need someone to teach us how to coordinate?"

"But