Although Song Rongdao could see the newcomer clearly, he did not recognize Xing Ming.
For one thing, he had always avoided Falling Star Valley, living on the border for years.
For another, Xing Ming had concealed his identity for many years. Even now that he was sect master, he seldom ventured out, and few people knew him.
Otherwise, Song Rongdao would have guessed their purpose the moment he saw Xing Ming.
Instead, he was wondering whether to join forces with these cultivators against the Magic Beasts. He still thought Li Yan was being pursued by the black mass of Dark Spirit Demon Bats behind him.
As for Meng Zhiyuan, his injuries were severe, so Li Yan was dragging him along with a barely visible rope of spiritual power. Locked in fierce combat himself, Song Rongdao could not take everything in at a glance.
Suddenly, a four-winged Dark Spirit Demon Bat led more than a hundred two-winged Dark Spirit Demon Bats around the human cultivator and lunged viciously at him.
In an instant, that black mass filled Song Rongdao's Divine Sense.
This... this... something's wrong!
When those people encountered the Dark Spirit Demon Bats earlier, they clearly fled into a passage in panic.
How are the two sides getting along so peacefully now? Could they really be the masters of this place?
These thoughts ran through Song Rongdao's mind, but he soon had no attention to spare for them. Amid the shrill screams of that black mass, murderous intent swept right up to him...
"Fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist... I only stumbled in here by mistake..."
"By mistake twice?"
The four-winged Dark Spirit Demon Bat whom Meng Zhiyuan called Fifth Brother spoke with a savage gleam in his eyes.
He still had not figured out why his eldest brother was with two