At the bottom of Cloud-Fading Valley, where even moonlight could not reach, several Nascent Soul Realm cultivators sat silently in a cave.
Their clothes were of various colors, but their expressions were uniformly rather grim.
The Evil Cultivator seated at the head began in a slightly hoarse voice:
"Old Wang... did you check? Is he an Evil Cultivator from the Evil Spirit Cult?"
Old Wang answered helplessly, "The Evil Spirit Cult said he wasn't theirs. They also said we could just kill him if we ran into him, without showing them any courtesy."
"Fuck that! Has all that blood qi flooded those bastards' brains? Do they think we haven't killed him because we're showing them courtesy?" Meng Jun could no longer hold back and shouted angrily:
"Then does anyone know whose fucking idiot Golden Core Evil Cultivator that is, the one who acts like his heavenly eye is open? Why does he insist on making trouble for us?! Why can't we catch him?"
"Fuck, I always thought there was a mole, letting that blood qi Evil Cultivator get an exact grasp of our arrangements and find the weakest points to attack."
"We've screened out more and more people, yet he still acts like his heavenly eye is open. Now there are only six of us left here. All of you have struggled alongside me to this day, and I don't believe I've wronged any of you."
"If that damned Evil Cultivator can still find us... everyone, I really don't want to suspect you."
Faced with their leader's questioning, everyone fell silent.
At that moment, only the chirping of insects echoed in their ears.
After all, Meng Jun was not the only one on the verge of going mad. Everyone present had essentially reached the end of their rope.
Their opponent