Protection?
That pretext was far too laughable. If he had not discovered this little demon shrimp, he would never have realized he was under surveillance. There was no need to be polite with such a lackey. The Memory Eye opened and closed, and in an instant, a vast torrent of memories bored into his mind.
Jones?
Li Ziran frowned slightly. It was actually one of Jones's subordinates.
The demon was a bona fide military soldier, a Lower Demon from the Seventeenth Layer of the Abyss, tasked with monitoring Li Ziran's movements around the outskirts of Razorblade Sea.
The order it had received was issued thirty days ago, when three hundred men entered the borders of Razorblade Sea.
That meant the other side had already been here when Li Ziran first set out.
"Could it be that Jones had planned to bring me here even then?"
Looking at the dense web of Spatial Rifts, a sense of foreboding rose in his heart. This was undoubtedly a perilous purgatory. Although he was now the Devouring Serpent and feared none of these rifts, if his former self had fallen in, getting back out would likely have been difficult.
He had never imagined Jones harbored such intentions. On the surface, the man seemed to be quite a decent businessman.
But...
This scout!
Li Ziran could not help but smile. It had truly appeared at the wrong time.
When Jones invited him here, the man had already laid out his design. He had definitely not merely wanted Li Ziran to witness the prosperity of the Abyss's markets, as he claimed.
Unfortunately, the fellow was merely a small fry and did not possess much information.
It only monitored the outer layer of Razorblade Sea, and Li Ziran's precise Soul Mark was in its mind. That was