This place was indeed remote, but not so remote that not a single Devil Race expert would come by.
They were tracking it, after all. They would surely cast a wide net, spreading out and leaving no place along the way unchecked.
Some invisible force was guiding the thoughts of the surrounding Devil Race experts, making them subconsciously overlook this place and refuse to look this way.
Thoughtful, he watched one Devil Race expert after another sweep past, then looked at Fu Zheng and Li Yuzhen, who kept circling around without finding the way in.
Could it be the work of that devil artifact?
Hadn't it been said that once Devil Race experts drew near the devil artifact, they would be able to sense it?
Why, now that things had come to this, could the Devil Race experts no longer sense it instead?
Had that handsome young man not obtained the devil artifact?
Or did he possess another treasure that could conceal the devil artifact's aura and cut off all perception?
Or perhaps the devil artifact had already been put to use by him, and it possessed the marvelous ability to conceal its aura and divert attention?
At that thought, he smiled faintly.
At several mountaintops within thirty miles, a small pavilion vaguely appeared.
The little pavilion seemed hidden within the white clouds, appearing and vanishing, hazy and unreal.
None of the passersby around it noticed it. Their gazes simply would not turn in its direction.
More than a dozen Devil Race experts were hurrying onward, chasing the devil artifact.
Since they could sense it, and since the Devil Race member who had acquired it would surely be heading for the Outer Realm Battlefield, they believed they only needed to keep pressing forward.
Once they caught up, they would be