Who are you?
The people outside the gate, looking at the scene inside the Demon Alliance, were even more bewildered than Wei Dashan.
Gu Xiaochui blinked blankly.
"What... what's going on? Why are they fighting among themselves?"
What did they see?
The entire Demon Alliance was in a state of chaos, clearly the site of a fierce battle.
And both sides in the battle were actually demons.
On one side were a dozen or so demonic cultivators at the Mahayana stage, led by Wei Dashan.
They all appeared to be severely injured, extremely weak as they supported each other, each looking more disheveled than the last.
But they were facing only one person.
It was a man.
The man was tall and straight, dressed in black, holding a long sword that exuded a faint demonic aura. His clothes fluttered without wind, and he had an extraordinary temperament. His pair of red eyes, unique to demons, revealed a faint coldness and indifference.
What's even more unbelievable is that this man's cultivation level seems to be only at the Integration Stage!
He fought against more than a dozen Mahayana stage demonic cultivators with his Nascent Soul stage cultivation, and it seems he even gained the upper hand.
This scene... looks bizarre no matter how you look at it.
After recovering from their shock, the other demons outside the Demon Alliance made a move to rush in.
"Alliance Leader!"
Hearing the commotion behind him, Rong Zi didn't even turn his head. With a gentle wave of his hand, he set up a transparent spiritual energy barrier, keeping all the demons behind him outside.
The man in black also looked towards the doorway at that moment, following the sound.
However, when he saw Rong Zi's figure, he was shocked. His pupils shrank involuntarily, and he murmured softly.
"Master?"
Ignoring Wei Dashan and his group on the other side, the man in black turned and flew towards Rong Zi.
Seeing this, Yun Jing and the others thought the other party wanted to fight, so they immediately rolled up their sleeves and volunteered to stand in front of Rong Zi.
"Master, hand this person over to us."
Xi Ling'er didn't move, but stared at the man in black with a strange expression.
Rong Zi looked at the group of people standing in front of her, raised her hand and flicked the head of Gu Xiaochui, who was closest to her, and said speechlessly, "What do you mean, 'hand over'? Take a good look at who he is."
Gu Xiaochui grimaced and covered his head.
"Master, why did you hit me?"
As they were speaking, the man in black had already arrived in front of them.
He focused all his attention on Rong Zi, looking her up and down to make sure she was alright before he finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Master, so you're alright. That's great. It seems Yun Qin didn't succeed this time."
When he called Rong Zi "Master", Yun Jing and the others were all dumbfounded.
"Master?"
Xi Ling'er looked knowing and smiled.
"So it's my third senior brother."
In terms of illusion magic, no one present was more skilled than Rong Zi.
Although Ling Mo's cultivation was far superior to hers and his illusions were exquisite, she could still vaguely discern some clues.
"Third Senior Brother?" Yun Jing and the others were even more confused.
Seeing how slow they were to react, Rong Zi gave each of them a flick on the forehead.
"You all ate the sunflower petals for nothing back then, didn't you?"
Huan Kui is the nemesis of all illusions.
Her disciples had all consumed the petals of the little sunflower in the past, so ordinary illusions could not escape their eyes.
However, Ling Mo had also consumed the petals of the Little Sunflower, and his cultivation level was the highest among her disciples.
Apart from him and his disciples, even cultivators at the Mahayana stage couldn't see through his illusions.
Yun Jing and the others, feeling wronged, covered their heads where they had been punched. They simultaneously focused their spiritual energy into their eyes, and finally saw through the illusion on Ling Mo's body.
The group exclaimed in surprise.
"Third Junior Brother?"
"Third Senior Brother?"
Ling Mo nodded. "Yes, it's me."
Looking at his demonic appearance, Yun Jing asked in confusion, "How did you get here?"
"This is a long story, I'll explain it to you later."
Ling Mo glanced at Wei Dashan and the others.
"The most important thing now is these people. They are the strongest fighting force of the demon race. As long as we deal with them, the demon race will never be able to run rampant again."
Kui Dashan clutched his injured chest, struggling to support himself on the ground with the magic sword in his hand.
He stared at Rong Zi's face, shocked, and said, "You...you are Rong Zi?"
Bingo! You guessed it!
Rong Zi snapped his fingers and gave Wei Dashan a bright smile.
"Haven't you been looking for me? I've come in person today, aren't you happy? Aren't you surprised?"
Wei Dashan: "..."
What a load of rubbish!
No surprises, but plenty of shocks!
He wanted to capture the person, not let them kill him!
To have managed to make it all the way to his Demon Alliance headquarters unscathed, one can only imagine the chaos outside.
What exactly is that good-for-nothing Yun Qin doing?
Didn't she lead men to ambush Rong Zi?
Why is Rong Zi not only unharmed, but even alive and kicking as he storms into their demon realm?!
Wei Dashan cursed Yun Qin in his heart, but then suddenly remembered something and turned to glare at Ling Mo.
"Wait, you just called her 'Master'? You're not Rong San! Who are you?"
His name is Rong San.
He is Rong Zi's apprentice again.
Could it be...?
Upon hearing this, Ling Mo calmly met Kui Dashan's gaze.
He raised his hand and cast a spell, dispelling the illusion around him.
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