"No matter how much you guard against outsiders, it's hard to guard against traitors within!"
The Sixth Elder had been drained to near death, with only a few days left of his lifespan, and dumped into the dungeon like a ragged sack, still puzzled as to why Qi Baijun suddenly turned on him?
Damn, what on earth was he after?
From the sky, the Evil Cultivators, already drained of their blood, kept falling like dumplings. The Sixth Elder, being old and having just suffered the greatest blow of his life, was inevitably slow and confused.
"Slap!"
Only when a loud slap landed on his face did he look over in shock and anger, hardly believing his eyes the next moment—the Little Demon gifted to Qi Baijun, how was she still alive?
"Slap!"
Another even louder and crisper slap followed; he looked carefully and it was actually the Little Demon's brother, a robust Demon Cultivator who had just been stripped of the Great Protector's nominal position.
