Time slowly slipped by, and sweat silently spread across Xu Yan's forehead.
At this moment, he was no longer so important in the Three Demons' eyes, for they had set their sights on the living souls of this mortal city.
For Demon Cultivators, this was an irresistible temptation. Those living, breathing mortals were no different from miraculous Spirit Pills that could raise their cultivation, and faint red gleams involuntarily surfaced in the Three Demons' eyes.
If they truly offered Thousandfire City as a blood sacrifice, Xu Yan would have been the spark that ignited it all. He had happened to be pursued by the Three Demons together, and they had happened to reach bottlenecks that required living souls to advance their cultivation.
At that thought, sweat poured down Xu Yan's back like rain. He became increasingly certain that the Three Demons might well sacrifice this city.
He had initially thought the three old devils utterly lawless, but putting himself in their shoes, if his cultivation had failed to advance an inch for years or even decades, he would also try seizing an opportunity placed before him, despite the risks.
The three old devils are extremely likely to offer this city as a blood sacrifice!
Xu Yan's expression darkened. Once the Three Demons laid down their formation, not a single living soul in Thousandfire City would escape death.
Yet he still dared not make any unusual move. The three old devils remained in the air, and if he showed himself, they would probably kill him in a single encounter.
A fierce anger flared in Xu Yan's heart. Suddenly, he could neither advance nor retreat. A hatred that was difficult to suppress welled up from deep within him, but he forcibly held it down.
Opening his mouth and swallowing the green Yi