Feng Jue's expression tightened, then he breathed a sigh of relief; he didn't want to escape one trap only to fall into another.
Beside him, Wen Jiu remained silent, listening to Gui Yanqiu while observing the Little Demon Realm.
Wen Jiu wasn't surprised by these unspoken rules. After all, Wind and Cloud Immortal City was no benevolent force, and there had to be reasons for allowing these heterodox evil cultivators to cultivate in the Little Demon Realm.
If they were allowed to kill each other freely, then there would be no point in these arrangements.
However, the Little Demon Realm itself was somewhat unexpected to him. Everywhere he looked, dark energy and True Demon Aura surged, as if this were truly a demon realm below.
"We've only entered ten miles, and the dark energy and True Demon Aura are already several times that of the periphery."
