"Missed the hour..."
"Seems there’s some...unforeseen event..."
"...was discovered..."
"If not faster, the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons will really close..."
Mo Hua’s brow furrowed tighter and tighter. As he was puzzling over this, he heard some movement from afar.
Mo Hua looked in the direction of the sound and saw a demon cultivator emerge from the dense forest, carrying a sack on its back.
After the demon cultivator approached, it threw the sack on the ground and said in a muffled voice:
"The person kept their word, the ’goods’ have been delivered."
A demon cultivator stepped forward and opened the sack.
Inside the sack was a person, and as the sack was untied, a dull little head emerged.
Mo Hua looked down and was shocked.
"Little Wood?!"
How did he get caught here?
Inside the sack, Ouyang Mu was unconscious, not knowing what had happened to him.
As Mo Hua was puzzled, more movement came from afar, and two more demon cultivators approached.
One of these demon cultivators also carried a sack on its back.
As they got closer, it threw the sack on the ground.
"It took some effort, damn..."
That demon cultivator kicked the sack, "He’s got quite a temper."
Mo Hua’s heart tightened.
Who was captured this time?
"Is he dead?" a demon cultivator asked.
"No, the young master instructed that he’s only useful alive. How could we possibly kill him..."
As he spoke, a demon cultivator opened the sack.
Inside the sack was a pale-faced person.
Mo Hua was very surprised.
Song Jian?
He got caught too?
But Song Jian, well, they weren’t really familiar, whether dead or alive, it didn’t really matter.
Mo Hua breathed a sigh of relief.
Then a group of demon cultivators gathered together, still without any actions, seemingly still waiting for something.
Mo Hua frowned, "Are more people to be captured?"
He had a vague sense of foreboding.
Sure enough, within 30 minutes, another batch of demon cultivators came from afar.
This time, there were four demon cultivators, all at the Peak of Foundation Establishment stage, with powerful demonic power, looking no different from monstrous beasts.
One of the demon cultivators carried a sack on its back too.
Close up, it threw the sack on the ground and opened it, revealing as expected, a handsome youth—Ling Huxiao.
The once proud Ling Huxiao was now covered in wounds, also unconscious.
A demon cultivator sighed: "This kid, he’s damn tough, no wonder he’s a Sword Dao genius of the Rushing Void Sect..."
"Four of you at the Peak of Foundation Establishment, struggling so much to capture a middle-stage Foundation Establishment?"
"What do you know? Killing is easy, capturing alive is difficult, and we can’t cripple him."
"Moreover, how do you know what status he might have in the future?"
A demon cultivator sneered: "Maybe we, who are neither human nor monster, will have to rely on his favor, live under his mercy, how dare I truly offend him?"