True Demon Temple.
Devouring Demon Hall.
The stench of blood rose to the heavens, and the ground was smattered with bloodstains.
Within the great hall, a group of Taoists, half-human and half-demon, stood on both sides.
The closer to the interior, the eerier the Taoists' appearances became.
Among the throng of Taoists stood a square-eyed, hairy Taoist, beside him a man with a menacing hooked nose.
It seemed the crowd of Taoists faintly regarded these two as their leaders.
The two were none other than Qinghong and White Bone Temple's White Bone Taoist.
Three individuals knelt before them, hands and feet bound behind their backs.
Qinghong stood before the three and sneered, "Yun Lian, Five Ghosts, Mu Ke—all three of you should just surrender. Why stay beneath another's roof unwillingly? Song Lin isn't coming back. Why don't we divide up what's left of his treasures?"
