The commotion above was naturally impossible to conceal from Nether Tiger and his party below.
The purple-black Demon Pool still bubbled up blood bubbles, emitting strange scents in waves, and a thick black glow encased the entire cave as tightly as an eggshell.
"Strategist, what do you say we should do now?"
"Didn't you say that as long as we huddle within the forbidden Great Formation of the Demon Circle, Great Qin wouldn't possibly discover our whereabouts? Then what are those people above us?"
At this moment, Nether Tiger was enshrouded in malevolence, its thick fingers pointing accusingly, directly at the Bei Mo who wished they could bury their head in their rear, hidden among the Horde of Demons.
In the midst of the panic, Bei Mo could only come forward trembling:
"This... this can't be possible, oh, Demon Marshal, right... certainly, this must be the ten Demonkin who returned with messages. Among them, someone has betrayed us, or they've been followed."
