Murong Qiuhan's heart suddenly sounded a warning. She reacted with extraordinary speed, immediately darting toward the stairs by which they had entered.
But the Demonic Dao cultivators lying in ambush here had clearly prepared for this. The instant she neared the stairs, two chilling beams of spell-light blocked her path.
The remaining two dragon-blooded cultivators also realized they had fallen into a trap, and their expressions grew several shades graver.
With escape clearly hopeless, Murong Qiuhan retreated and joined Long Heng's group in guarding against all sides.
"Hahahaha!"
Just then, a familiar laugh rang out through the vast dark chamber.
Following the sound, they saw the cultivator surnamed Qin appear alongside a gray-robed Demonic Dao cultivator holding a bone staff.
Appearing with them were eighteen elite Demonic Dao cultivators who had been lying in wait here beforehand.
These eighteen people seemed to have cultivated some secret Demon Sect art. Though they stood at different points within the dark chamber, under the perception of Spiritual Sense, they seemed to form a single whole.
"Fellow Daoists, has your journey gone smoothly?"
After laughing, the cultivator surnamed Qin spoke again. "They say guests who come from afar deserve a welcome. Today, four young talents have graced my Land of the Sea Abyss with your presence. I ought to fulfill my duties as host. If the four of you are willing, why not sit down and have a proper talk? That way, we can avoid harming our harmony should we come to blows."
When he finished, the gray-robed Old Devil at his side let out a somewhat hoarse laugh. "Hehehe, Fellow Daoist Qin speaks truly. It has not been easy for you all to attain your current cultivation and strength. I imagine you have endured no small share of hardship to reach this point.