Then, one after another, the Nine-Tailed Foxes died violently before their eyes in the same fashion.
Bloodstained demon seeds appeared on the ground, one after another, but no one dared approach them.
"Rest assured, these are all low-rank demon seeds. Now that they've eaten their fill, they won't invade anyone else's body." A harsh, raspy voice suddenly rang out from every direction.
Everyone turned to search for its source, but no one could find where the voice was coming from.
"Who are you? Stop playing at ghosts and spirits! Get out here!" Yang Guo snapped. Although the stranger had technically helped them, her sixth sense told her this was no benevolent soul. Nor could she sense any goodwill in that voice.
To her, the stranger was more like a spectator lurking in a dark corner, watching the spectacle and suddenly stepping forward on a whim to get a closer look.
"I'm the benefactor who just saved you. Is this how the Upright Sects speak to their benefactors these days?"
"A benefactor? You killed more than your share of our sect's disciples in that war ten thousand years ago, didn't you?"
After Chu Luohen spoke, the stranger remained silent for a long time. Even the wind seemed to have gone still.
"You know who I am?"
"The Nightmare Demon, the monster sealed away in Great March Mountain ten thousand years ago."
At those words, most of the people present paled.
Most of those standing there were elites of the Azure Tide Sect. They had heard something of this part of the sect's past and had always known that a monster capable of plunging the world into chaos was sealed within Great March Mountain. They had never expected to encounter it here today.
Almost everyone immediately raised their guard to its utmost,