Meanwhile, the party from the Devil Race had flown to a pitch-black fissure only a few dozen zhang wide. Its depths were invisible, and eerie, muffled explosions or howls drifted out from within from time to time...
"Prince Modong! Once we cross that canyon, we'll be there!" the Fire Demon Lord hurriedly told Prince Modong respectfully.
"Hey, Fire Demon, that place won't be easy to cross!" A cold gleam shone from the Mystery Devil Lord's pitch-black, swirling body as he complained. His aura seemed somewhat weak, as though he were injured.
"That's right, Fire Demon! We've encountered no shortage of dangers on the way here! Are you sure you haven't led us down the wrong path?" the Omniscient Devil Lord added, his expression grim and his heart still trembling with lingering fear.
"Don't worry!" A cold glint flashed through the Fire Demon Lord's eyes as he hurriedly said, "I warned you all from the start that this place was dangerous!" He paused, then hesitantly continued, "But according to the Heavenly Demon Ancestor, this canyon contains dark soul spirit grass, which is extremely useful to our Devil Race!"
"Dark soul spirit grass!" Everyone exclaimed at his words. Even Prince Modong cried out, barely able to contain his delight.
"Then why didn't you tell us earlier?" The Omniscient Devil Lord looked delighted too, but immediately seized the chance to challenge him.
"I only heard about the dark soul spirit grass from the Heavenly Demon Ancestor. I can't guarantee that it's actually here. It's simply too rare! That's why I never mentioned it!" the Fire Demon Lord explained. His excuse was not entirely unreasonable, though it still left Prince Modong and the other cultivators somewhat displeased.
The Twin Phantom Devils suddenly exchanged a glance, seeing through the Fire Demon Lord's intentions. Clearly, he