The Demon Banner must be obtained, but as for this manager, I may not be able to defeat him...
Mo Hua pondered silently in his heart.
This monster cultivator manager is at the Foundation Establishment Peak, experienced and seasoned, with bloody methods, wielding the black Demon Banner, and has the ability to demonize.
Although it feels not as formidable as the Fire Buddha, it still seems quite troublesome.
Especially in the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, with so many monster cultivators, and being alone, it’s even more difficult to make a move...
"Steal it?"
Mo Hua’s mind stirred.
In the following time, he continued to closely monitor the every move of this monster cultivator manager, finding him cunning and vigilant.
The black Demon Banner is also carried with him at all times, hidden at the deepest part of the storage bag, never easily used.
Even during sleep, cultivation, and meditation, he would keep the storage bag close to his chest.
Clearly, this Demon Banner is extremely important.
It’s even possible that with the banner man lives, without the banner man dies...
"Can’t be stolen..."
Mo Hua shook his head.
Such an old monster cultivator indeed wouldn’t easily give the opportunity.
"If I can’t steal it," Mo Hua’s eyes turned slightly cold, "I’ll have to find a way to kill him..."
After this, Mo Hua still used the Spirit Vision Formation to constantly monitor this monster cultivator manager.
This monster cultivator manager is very strong, what kind of demon technique he cultivates, how he looks after demonization, and what kind of Four Symbols Monster Pattern is engraved on him, Mo Hua remains unaware.
And with this manager holding the Demon Banner, amid the Ten Thousand Demons Prison, he doesn’t need to personally intervene in any disturbances, hence not exposing his trump card.
But any enemy would have flaws, humans are like this, monster beasts are like this, naturally monster cultivators are also like this.
Mo Hua patiently waited for an opportunity.
Until deep into the night on this day.
Mo Hua assumed it was late at night.
The Valley of Ten Thousand Demons is shrouded in perpetual darkness, unknown hours, but at certain "midnight" times, these monster cultivators would quiet down.
At midnight, this manager left the door alone, acting suspiciously, having circled countless corners.
Mo Hua followed for a while, then lost track.
"Sneaking around, what did he go to do?"
Mo Hua frowned, then crawled back through the Formation Pivot passage, returning to the Secret Chamber, and through Divine Sense, he communicated with the Spirit Vision Formation, finally locating the manager’s lost trace in a secluded corner.
This monster cultivator manager had appeared in the monster beasts’ prison.
Mo Hua was taken aback, then followed the Formation Pivot passage, crawling near the prison.
The prison remained bloody, monster beasts abounded, but the patrolling monster cultivators were nowhere to be seen.
Not knowing whether it was a shift change, or resting.
Mo Hua searched for a moment, finally spotting the manager’s figure inside a cell.
This was an isolated cell, its stone walls thick, inside detained a monster beast.
Mo Hua glanced at it, somewhat surprised.
This monster beast, he had indeed seen it before.
It was that Black Bear Demon...
Before entering the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he had meddled with the chains, the Black Bear Demon broke free from the restraints, and killed two monster cultivators.
Unexpectedly, after entering the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, he encountered it again.
And now, the Black Bear Demon was bound by even larger chains, also shackled with chains, its Formation layered, completely immobile.
While the monster cultivator manager was drawing blood from this Black Bear Demon.
He took out a sharp knife, a white porcelain dish, stabbed it into the bear’s palm, blood flowed straight into the white porcelain dish.
The Black Bear Demon’s eyes were fierce, brutal intentions surged, struggling a bit but couldn’t break free.
The manager’s eyes were greedy, picked up the porcelain dish and drank the bear’s blood in one gulp, then even licked his lips, revealing his long and ugly fangs.
After drinking, the manager was still unsatisfied, murmuring:
"Black Bear Palm Blood, indeed delicious, unfortunately, it is the ’private reserve’ of the Second Elder..."
Mo Hua was suddenly enlightened.
The Second Elder...
No wonder this manager dared only to drink secretly, not letting other monster cultivators find out.
Moreover, he dared not steal and drink too much at once.