On the road back to the Mountain Manor, Zhou Tieshan wore a grave expression and said nothing, his pace growing faster and faster.
Weeds along both sides of the mountain path swayed in the wind. The evening light filtered through the leaves, scattering patches of dappled light and shadow.
Mo Yun followed behind, clearly sensing the oppressive air radiating from Zhou Tieshan.
"Boss, what happened? Over at Blackstone Stronghold..." Sun Yi finally couldn't help asking.
Zhou Tieshan drew a deep breath without slowing down, his voice heavy. "Blackstone Stronghold may have encountered a demon!"
"What? How could..." Sun Yi's expression changed drastically, his pupils contracting.
Having taken part in a demon hunt, he knew all too well how terrifying demons were. They were creatures that could slaughter an entire village at a whim.
He still remembered the last time he had accompanied several Dark Force masters on a demon hunt. That monster, covered in red hair, had nearly torn a Late Bright Strength martial artist to pieces with a single pounce.
Ordinary people had no means of resisting, and even Bright Force martial artists would most likely end up as food before a demon.
Only Dark Force martial artists could pose some degree of threat to demons and injure them.
At the word "demon," Zhao Gang's expression tightened, and his heart seemed to miss several beats.
Although he had never faced a demon himself, he had heard plenty about their cruelty and terror during his time at Crouching Tiger Manor.
Every few years in Qilin County, rumors would spread of some village becoming a village of the dead overnight. It was said that all those villages had fallen prey to demons.
If Blackstone Stronghold had encountered a demon, it would probably be wiped out soon, with neither young nor old