Leaving aside Biqingyu and its host of demons, sharpening their knives and preparing to open the defenses, laying out a grand feast at the trap designated by Demon King Biqing, intending to turn all the human cultivators who had traveled thousands of miles to the Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons to save Xiao Hua into blood food upon the banquet table!
Let us speak only of a stretch of low hills several hundred thousand miles from Biqingyu. These hills rose and fell, perhaps covering several thousand miles. There were not many giant trees in the region; only thumb-thick bluish-purple vines spread everywhere. Four-cornered leaves grew upon the vines, swaying in the wind with a rustling sound. In the night, moonlight spilled down, and specks of triangular phosphorescence appeared upon both vines and leaves. Amid that glow, several dozen shadows less than three feet tall rode demon clouds, skimming over the vines as they slowly flew deeper into the hills.
Under the moonlight, these shadows wore strange armor that concealed their faces. The armor gleamed blue-black, and beneath that blue-black hue lay a dense blood-red stain that not even the moonlight could wash away.
As the several dozen shadows flew onward, the foremost shadow abruptly stopped. Without needing any gesture from it, every other shadow immediately scattered and lay prone among the hills, as disciplined as a trained force.
"Here it is!" The shadow released divine sense, inspected the area briefly, and spoke.
"Yes!" When the shadows answered softly, they all rose and flew off in different directions for a moment, releasing their divine sense. The foremost shadow raised a hand and removed the helmet from its head, revealing the face of a demon. Was it not Ying Bo of the Luoyi Merchant Alliance?
"Reporting to the clan chief, there