Hearing the man speak with such certainty, the body-cultivating demonic cultivator from the Earth Fiend Demon Cave was startled as well. "So that's how it is! How did you learn of this, Fellow Daoist? I had never heard of it throughout all my time in battle."
He had spent most of his life cultivating strength arts and body techniques within the demon cave, rarely venturing into the outside world. Today was the first time he had learned of such a thing.
"Heh, my master has always had some ties with the Myriad Corpses Sect. He heard this secret from a successor of the Myriad Corpses Sect. Remember to keep it confidential, Fellow Daoist. Do not spread it around."
The blood arts demonic cultivator smiled faintly and spoke.
"Yes, yes, yes. Rest assured, Fellow Daoist. I definitely won't mention this to anyone else."
The strength arts demonic cultivator patted his chest and promised.
He had clearly seen that this man was not particularly bright, yet he had still told him this information. It was not because the blood arts demonic cultivator was kindhearted, but because he had already concluded that the demonic cultivator assigned to work with him would most likely not live to see the reinforcements arrive.
Since he was a dying man, there was no harm in saying a few more words to him.
"Senior!—Senior—the people on the other side—"
Whoosh—
As the two spoke, the four scouting cultivators sent out earlier came flying back with urgent cries.
But before the one who had opened his mouth could finish speaking, his body and those of the two cultivators beside him were ignited by a mass of orange-yellow blazing fire, their vitality plummeting.
What filled them with even greater despair was that this fire art could not only destroy their