"Chief, the Soul-Reaping Sect has been cleared out, but we still let quite a few people escape," Jiang Deng reported respectfully as he approached Huang Xiao, covered in blood.
Some of the blood on him was his own, but most had splashed onto him from those he had killed.
After arriving at the Soul-Reaping Sect, they had discovered that their chief had already launched his assault.
Naturally, the chief had picked out the Soul-Reaping Sect's experts, especially its remaining elders, while they had targeted the sect's other disciples.
It had to be said that the chief's strength had robbed everyone in the Soul-Reaping Sect of the will to resist.
Their sect master was absent, their Grand Elders were absent, and they had lost their backbone.
Jiang Deng and his men had no good way to stop the members of the Soul-Reaping Sect who were bent on fleeing. In the end, they had killed some, but it could be said that they had let most escape.
"Never mind those who escaped," Huang Xiao said.
"Chief, what should we do if Zhuo Mengshen returns?" Jiang Deng asked with some concern.
"He won't be coming back," Huang Xiao said with a smile.
"He won't be coming back? Did something happen to him at the Demon God Sect?" Delight appeared on Jiang Deng's face.
Jiang Deng had gone to compete for a Demon General position, and the chief had also gone to the Demon God Sect, so it was no surprise at all that he knew what had happened to Zhuo Mengshen.
The competition for the Demon General positions was certain to be fierce, which meant lives would be at risk.
Everyone said Zhuo Mengshen possessed the strength of a Demon General, but his competitors would certainly be no weaklings either.
If Zhuo Mengshen