These past few days, every time Zhou Leng investigated, he would first observe the main tent in the center of the Demon Camp.
In front of the tent, there would always be at least six Great Innate Demons guarding it, with several other demons standing around, forbidding others from approaching.
The figure, suspected to be the Celestial Calamity Envoy, would often stand at the entrance, giving orders or conversing with the demons.
Now, the main tent was still there, but the Great Innate guards around it had disappeared.
Zhou Leng looked around; there were fewer demons and more humans from the Demon Worship Sect.
"Hmm?"
Out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed a faint red, turned his head, and looked closely.
Where White Lake was, it became a light red expanse.
Zhou Leng's heart skipped a beat, his breath caught.
Looking more carefully, the originally dense white dots had all turned red.
