"Demon Skill?"
These two words felt as if they carried a chill, silencing the once-lively atmosphere.
"The Sect and its allies launched a joint purge last time. How could any have escaped?"
Li Feng's brow furrowed instantly, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes.
"If this is true, it's terrifying! Progress with a Demon Skill is incredibly fast, but it harms others for one's own benefit. I can't imagine how many more people will suffer."
The smile on Huang Ling'er's face vanished, replaced by a look of worry.
"These heretics and devils really deserve to die!"
Shi Meng said in a booming voice, clenching his fists.
"Once a Demon Skill starts to spread, those with wicked intentions will surely covet it. They'll do anything to increase their strength. I fear the commandery will know no peace."
Xiao Chen also wore a serious expression as he spoke in a low voice.
Fang Han's hand, holding his wine cup, paused slightly. A grim light flickered in his eyes.
