After the dark gatekeeper swallowed the spirit boat, the palace lanterns hanging on the entire spirit boat suddenly lit up.

The people on the spirit boat appeared in a flash, weapons in hand. Song Tingwan had already put Xiao Ao back into the mustard seed space and stood at the very front with herself as the leader.

The strong winds caused the lights on the spirit boat to flicker.

The woman's expression hardened slightly, her black hair cascading down her back, adorned with a half-up bun, a hairpin, a hair ornament, and glass beads that swayed conspicuously with the rocking of the spirit boat. In an instant, demonic energy swept the spirit boat away and dragged it down.

Song Tingwan was pulled along by Song Siyao, and the two sisters frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

Wan Qiji and the others gathered behind her, protecting themselves while keeping an eye on her safety.

Song Tingwan fell into her sister's arms, trying her best to control the overturned spirit boat with her divine sense, and said in a deep voice to the people behind her, "We have accidentally entered the Demon Realm, everyone be careful."

Overwhelming demonic energy flew past them, and everyone used their spells and magical artifacts to isolate themselves from the demonic energy while also keeping themselves stable on the spirit boat.

The luxurious spirit boat clashed with the desolate hillside landscape. It wasn't until the spirit boat crashed heavily to the ground that the group, dressed in their finest attire, straightened their clothes and disembarked together.

Before the enormous spirit ship, on the empty ground, a group of demons watched them with smiles.

The places they tread are all within the realm of demons.

To possess a domain, there must be at least one Nascent Soul stage demon before you.

Everyone felt a chill run down their spines.

"We've struck gold today! This spirit boat alone could fetch a fortune, hahaha—"

"Hey, stop thinking about it. Find out which one is the young master and bring him back to report."

The two demons who were speaking had one with a full braid and the other with disheveled hair, but they were the leaders of these hundred or so demons, and they seemed to be of high status.

"Young Master? We are all disciples of the Sword Inquiry Sect. You must have made a mistake."

Baili Xijiang disdainfully stepped on the dusty ground, spat out two mouthfuls of mud and sand, and voiced everyone's doubts.

The two demons chuckled, and the one with the full braid reached into his robes and pulled out a crystal ball.

Inside, a red light shone brightly, and black mist enveloped the red light, pointing directly in their direction.

Song Tingwan glanced at Aji without showing any emotion. The other man frowned and defensively protected them, ready to attack with his broadsword at any moment.

“That’s right, our young master must be among you.” The braided demon looked at the crystal ball in his hand and nodded affirmatively.

"How can we find the young master with so many people? If we tie up the people from the Sword Inquiry Sect, they will definitely cause us trouble. Last time, I don't know who caused trouble at the foot of their mountain. They didn't kill many people, but it angered those madmen from the Sword Inquiry Sect to go to the Demon Realm and kill for a whole year."

The disheveled demon clicked his tongue in lingering fear.

"How do you suggest we look for them? They've left the Sword Inquiry Sect, so they won't be discovered so quickly. Let's take them all back, and once the Demon King finds the young master, we can politely send the others back, right?"

Song Siyao and the others frowned, watching helplessly as a group of demons discussed things in front of them.

But... is there a demon among them?

They first excluded the Cloud Hidden Clan members.

The other three were all friends of Song Tingwan.

With piercing gazes fixed behind her, Song Tingwan calmly lowered her eyes; in reality, it was all too easy to guess.

Baili Xijiang is a dragon, so we can rule that out.

There must be one of Qin Xi and Wan Qiji.

She had seen the illustrations in the book beforehand, so she naturally knew who these demons were targeting.

Judging by the timeline, the Demon King was critically injured and on the verge of death, and he harbored no ill will towards Aji.

Her gaze was indifferent as she rummaged through her storage bracelet, quietly taking out a large teleportation talisman.

After the two demons finished whispering to each other, one of them stepped forward, intending to invite them to be his guests, when Song Siyao held a sword in front of them:

"Whatever your purpose, let us leave immediately."

As Li Guang was slightly drawn from his sword, Song Siyao frowned and his gaze turned cold.

The Yunyin Clan members also drew their weapons, and the strongest members stood beside Song Siyao to protect the people behind them.

With a soft hiss, the two demons shifted their positions, their gazes sweeping over the row of people in front of them as they looked at Song Tingwan with amusement.

Aside from the two of them not caring, the demons on the other side were immediately filled with murderous intent upon seeing this.

Only the two demons remained grinning.

"You don't want to come with us? That won't do—"

Having said that, he waved his black sleeve and simultaneously slashed at Li Guang, but the sword energy was swallowed up by the black mist along with them.

The spirit boat and its occupants were swept into a dark, confined space.

The light seemed to linger in the air for a moment, and in this silent place, one could almost hear the sound of a sharp blade cutting through the air.

Qin Xi fell and landed on the ground, letting out a cry of pain.

Song Tingwan walked over and carefully helped the person up, exchanging glances with everyone who had solemn expressions.

"These two demons are quite skilled; I couldn't even attack them." Song Siyao caught Li Guang and said seriously.

The others were not as quick as her, and their faces turned ugly as they frowned.

"Wan'er, what's that in your hand?" Qin Xi, who had been helped up by Song Tingwan, inadvertently looked down and saw a corner of yellow paper in her hand.

"Look over here, everyone!" Song Tingwan sighed, opened her palm, and there was a large, torn teleportation talisman inside.

The group's expressions darkened further. "Even the teleportation talisman is useless?"

Song Tingwan's eyes were as dark as ink, and she nodded silently.

Subsequently, the other members of the Cloud Hidden Clan also reached out their hands after her.

All kinds of broken magic arrays, magical artifacts with teleportation capabilities, and defensive magic treasures were rendered ineffective.

"Wow, you guys reacted so quickly." Baili Xijiang gasped. It had only been a few words, and everyone had already brought out all sorts of things.

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