The Hundred Thousand Great Mountains were choked with miasma. Poisonous fumes filled the air, mingling with blood sha until they shrouded the entire range. No one could see three meters ahead.
Outside the mountains, cultivators grew dizzy just from breathing in the drifting fumes, let alone entering to kill the North Sea Giant Demons.
Only Golden Immortals and those above them were unaffected. Everyone else could only watch.
"Why have our friends from the Interception Sect come here?" Gui Che asked. "This is a grievance between the North Sea Giant Demons, the Wu Clan, and the Demon Race. It has nothing to do with you. Please do me the courtesy of staying out of it."
Gui Che was far stronger than Luo Xuan and the others, but they were disciples of a Saint. He feared that if fighting broke out and one of them was hurt, Tongtian would intervene.
As for the unaffiliated cultivators behind the Interception Sect disciples, Gui Che glanced at them and paid them no mind.
To him, they were no different from firewood.
Hearing Gui Che's words, Luo Xuan exchanged glances with the disciples beside him. They spoke through secret transmissions.
"Senior Brother Luo Xuan, it seems the North Sea Giant Demons don't know the hall master issued us a mission to come here."
"Then we'll wait for an opening."
After tens of thousands of years under Liu Mang's influence, the Interception Sect disciples were nothing like the legends said.
They knew exactly when honor mattered and who deserved it.
The North Sea Giant Demons clearly did not.
"But Gui Che and Nine Infants are both Quasi-Saints, far stronger than us. If a sneak attack angers them and they turn on us, we won't survive!"
The others could not help feeling regret.
"We should've brought Guardian