"Damn it, it got away."
Tang Zhao roared and was about to give chase.
"Don't chase it," Elder Tianyi ordered in a low voice. The light in his eyes flickered, his expression dark and uncertain.
Tang Zhao halted and looked at him, bewildered. "Ancestor?"
Elder Tianyi's face was grim. "There are too many Martial Artists outside. If you go out, you'll alert everyone and cause a commotion. For the sake of the sect's plan, we cannot expose ourselves."
Tang Zhao frowned. "But that Profound Beast-level Demon King saw our preparations. What if it leaks the information?"
Elder Tianyi contemplated for a moment before speaking in a serious tone, "That's unlikely. The Demon Race has never had a talent for things like Arrays. Even a Tier Nine Demon Emperor couldn't hope to see through our preparations in the Ancient Hall. Besides, that Profound Beast-level Demon King's Soul Thought is already tainted with my Soul Poison. Even if it got away, it won't survive the night."
