"Deputy Demon General, we have investigated. This voice can be heard from several nearby peaks, reaching as far as the palace below the Sacred Mountain."
The devil reported respectfully after returning.
The Deputy Demon General looked enlightened. "I knew it wasn't that simple. The North Ridge Sacred Ground must have prepared long ago. Otherwise, why warn us at such a critical moment?"
"We leave now. This mission is canceled for the time being." The Deputy Demon General sighed.
He had actually wanted to seize this opportunity to destroy the Sacred Mountain before him and find the Ten-Thousand-Year Vengeful Spirit inside.
However, his superior had yet to arrive, and he had no way of wielding the Netherworld Axe on his own.
"Even if we leave now, we haven't come away empty-handed. At least we know that what's suppressed here in the Sacred Mountain isn't a Demon King of our Devil Race, but the former Holy Son of the Central Sacred Land."
"Deputy Demon General, we also encountered a human while patrolling. He seemed to have discovered our movements and was about to send word out, but we caught him in time."
The devils who had returned from outside were also carrying a white-robed youth.
The White-Robed Steward beside them was shocked. "Nangong Ye, why are you here?"
"So, Steward Lin, you really are a spy sent by the Devil Race! I knew something was wrong with you all along!" Nangong Ye instead burst into wild laughter.
The Deputy Demon General beside him frowned. "Since someone else has already discovered us, I'll take him away with me. You must continue lying low in the North Ridge Sacred Ground. Whatever you do, don't expose yourself."
Just as he picked up Nangong Ye and prepared to leave, a dark shadow suddenly flashed through the