More than twenty guards in fitted uniforms surrounded them, both sides tense, yet neither moved.
At the rear, Pang Xiangming's eyebrows were tightly knitted.
He recalled what Ruan Shu, who was guarding the Demon-Suppressing Bell, had said. If the bell trembled like that, either there was a Great Demon on the Flying Ship, or there were more than a hundred Demon Cultivators, perhaps even more.
There were only ten in front of him.
If Ruan Shu was not mistaken... then there must be a Great Demon!
Sweat beads appeared on Pang Xiangming's forehead. At first glance, although these ten Demon Cultivators were not weak, none seemed like a Great Demon. Yet he couldn't be sure; perhaps it was hidden.
For the moment, he dared not act rashly. He hoped to delay until Ruan Shu arrived with the Demon-Suppressing Bell... The presence of the bell would make things much safer.
Right now, the best course of action was to trap these ten Demon Cultivators within the Array.
