"Not good! We've fallen into an ambush!"
"It's a high-level demonic formation!"
Elder Jin Han's expression turned grave as he instantly saw what had happened.
"What a case of the mantis stalking the cicada, only for the oriole to wait behind!"
"But it doesn't seem to be a formation—it's a demonic treasure."
Fire Void Adept also stopped what he was doing. His gaze flickered as he warily watched the demon sect disciples closing in around them.
His earlier wild arrogance had vanished.
And when his gaze landed on that pale-faced, effeminate man, his pupils suddenly contracted.
Even Fire Void Adept, with his fearless and fiery temper, could not help but be moved as he said:
"You're the Holy Son of the Blood Refinement Demon Sect!"
The moment those words were spoken, Elder Jin Han and the others from the Myriad Paths Trading Alliance also faced a great enemy.
No matter what, they had never expected that the demonic Holy Son who had descended into this realm from the Blood Refinement Demon Sect had already slipped silently into Great Jin.
After a brief thought, Elder Jin Han's face turned ugly. "There must be a demonic spy within our Trading Alliance!"
Inside the Lesser Spirit Realm.
Qin Ming and Hua Tianxiong were hiding inside, watching the grand show unfold.
At this moment, he also clearly saw how many demonic cultivators stood opposite them.
Aside from several dozen demonic cultivators dressed in the robes of Great Li's Yin Demon Sect, there was only that Holy Son of the Blood Refinement Demon Sect.
Their objective was plainly clear: they had come for the severely injured Cold Crow Reverend.
Yet Jiang Yuan alone exerted a suffocating pressure upon all the cultivators present.
The people from the Myriad Paths Trading Alliance and Fire Void Adept all