The further Zhou Leng and his companions went, the more off things seemed to be.
Because there were too few members of the Humanoid Alliance here, only about a dozen martial artists and demon spirit masters combined.
Aside from them, it was almost entirely demons.
Many of the demons' gazes swept back and forth, landing on them and making their muscles tense.
Jade Wings whispered, "Why does it feel like we've stumbled into a den of thieves?"
Cyan Flame retorted, "How could you say that? Do they look like thieves to you? They're outright pirates."
"You have big wings, so you must be right." Cyan Flame rolled his eyes at Jade Wings.
"But don't worry, this is Dragon Mountain after all. At times like these, fighting isn't allowed. Of course, once inside, it's a different story."
Rao Mingxian asked, "We're all from the dragon faction here. Would they really dare to make a move?"
