Even Zhao Youliang, second-in-command only to Qin Xuan, had lost his composure.
Shouts, arguments, and the crash of thrown objects blended into a chaotic mess.
"Did you hear? Master Qin… he was taken by a Venerable Divinity Transformation from the Cyan Cloud Sect! No one knows if he's alive or dead!"
"What?!"
"Then isn't the Altar Master doomed…?"
"What Altar Master? Our Huaizhong Altar is finished! We should pack up and run. I heard Elder Wang Jian and Elder Sunx have already found new patrons."
"Even Master Duan—Duan Ning—whom Master Qin used to treat so generously, has also…"
The Demon Cultivators whispered among themselves, their discussions growing more and more heated.
"Everyone, quiet down!" a hoarse roar cut through the noise.
Zhao Youliang shot to his feet. His green fur was already stained red with blood. Clutching his severed arm, he struggled to stand, his voice trembling with agitation.
