The Dark Spirit Demon Bat called "Second Brother" bared its gleaming white fangs, its voice filled with grief and indignation.
"Enough. Get to work!"
The lean, short blue-faced man interrupted the other's voice transmission. They had completed this entire exchange within a single breath.
At the same time, the lean, short blue-faced man sighed inwardly. Of course, he understood the dissatisfaction in Second Brother's words.
It was not just him; the other junior brothers and sisters felt the same way. They simply had not voiced it.
"Big Brother, you should be careful too. This group's cultivation is not low!"
Second Brother said no more. This time, he spoke aloud rather than using voice transmission.
The lean, short blue-faced man nodded. If their master and three martial uncles had still been here as they once were, they would not have needed to care about these cultivators at all.
They could have slaughtered them with ease.
Thinking of his master and three martial uncles made the lean, short blue-faced man think of another person, and an involuntary shudder ran through him.
But he quickly forced that thought down. That matter had happened far too long ago, and none of their clansmen wished to recall it.
Then his body blurred again, reverting to its original form.
He led the four-winged Dark Spirit Demon Bat he called "Fifth Brother," along with a swarm of two-winged Dark Spirit Demon Bats, as they pounced toward the passage Song Rongdao and the others had entered.
The instant Li Yan entered the passage, he sensed that the Dark Spirit Demon Bats behind them had also moved.
When his Divine Sense swept over them, he could not help but curse inwardly, What rotten luck!
The two-winged Dark Spirit Demon Bats were one thing. Though numerous, they were only second-rank