Chu Zhiyuan and the two women had been following two li behind, observing through Super Sensation.
The closer they drew to the gorge, the more Devil Race experts came and went.
The handsome middle-aged man discovered that both the Devil Race experts approaching from ahead and those coming from Phoenix Imperial City could sense the demonic artifact.
He finally concluded that there truly was something wrong with his treasure for concealing his aura; it had failed to isolate the demonic artifact's aura.
But matters had reached this point. There was no other choice. He could not possibly meekly hand over the demonic artifact, so he could only grit his teeth and endure it.
When he arrived outside the gorge, his face darkened and hesitation appeared in his expression.
He could already sense waves of powerful auras entrenched within the gorge, like enormous beasts with their jaws open in wait.
The moment he sensed so many powerful auras, his confidence began rapidly draining away.
Not a single one of those powerful auras was inferior to his own.
Could he really keep hold of this demonic artifact?
Doubt filled his heart.
Then he gritted his teeth. Having come this far, he could no longer retreat. At worst, he would return to the Demon Abyss.
With that thought, his expression became solemn and calm once more as he slowly walked toward the gorge.
Chu Zhiyuan suddenly accelerated and appeared with the two women atop a massive boulder a hundred meters away.
Figures occasionally descended onto the surrounding boulders.
They had all tracked the handsome middle-aged man here. They were Devil Race experts influenced by Heavenly Illusion Pavilion.
Standing atop the boulders, they stared at the handsome middle-aged man like tigers watching their prey.
Fu Zheng swept her gaze over the surrounding Devil Race