Where had they gone?
"Brother, brother-"
A demonic gale swept through the distant sky, carrying Sikong Zhe's excited voice and drawing Beiming's gaze upward.
"Brother-"
A host of demons flew through the sky together, led by the master of the Spirit Pearl Pavilion. Now, however, like the guests of his pavilion, he bore not a trace of immortal aura, only the foul presence of demons.
There were several dozen of them. Many were demons who had truly attained human form, while the few with beast heads and human bodies also possessed formidable auras. Anywhere else, any one of them would have counted as an established demonic menace.
Soon, Sikong Zhe reached Beiming, only to find no one else around. Beiming alone stood in midair, his figure obscured by towering demonic energy.
"Brother, where are the people from the Taiyin Palace? Did they know they were no match for you and never even come to defend this place?"
The pervasive demonic energy gradually withdrew, and Beiming's monstrous silhouette shrank into a man draped in animal skins. His long hair hung loose, his face radiated murderous ferocity, and his eyes were deeply sunken. Though lean, he still looked imposing.
"They came, but their escape techniques were impressive. The instant they saw me break free, they vanished without a trace. These so-called followers of the immortal Dao are nothing but a pack of rats!"
"The monk may flee, but his temple cannot! Brother, let's storm the Taiyin Palace!"
Apart from Sikong Zhe, most of the demons accompanying him were seeing the legendary Northern Mang Demon King for the first time. Not one dared so much as breathe loudly.
"By the way, brother, are you the only one left? Where are the other brothers?"
Beiming smiled, deeply inhaling the air of freedom as the