A Cultivator wearing a pitch-black mask looked on with a smile, her aura revealing the Spiritual Power Fluctuation of the Late Golden Core Stage.
In the distance, more figures appeared.
Seven Golden Core Cultivators stood apart, casting icy glances.
"Who are you? We have no grudges, why are you looking for me?!"
Had they set a trap specifically for him?
Could it be they were after the Profound Realm Key?
"Hand over the World-Devouring Sentinel."
The World-Devouring Sentinel?
What in the world is that?!
Jia Ren remembered the bronze whistle he had accidentally found after destroying Star Pole Island.
He had assumed it was from the Thousand Mountains Sect, but it seemed... it was somehow involved with a Demon Sect.
"What about the female cultivator from Qingzhu Island? I need to ensure she's still alive!"
They had set a trap for him, and it was very likely the information had come from Zhang Pengpeng; her situation was dire.
