"The skilled are bold."
For these Inner Sect disciples, Lin Fan offered his praise. Impressive. He thought they had already fallen to the Demons, but unexpectedly, they were chasing after the Demons instead. That was truly a way to boost the prestige of the Taiwu Immortal Sect.
But soon.
His expression grew increasingly solemn.
Things weren't as simple as he'd imagined.
A corpse.
And another corpse.
There were Demons, Taiwu Immortal Sect disciples, and mortals clad in coarse clothing.
"Senior Brother, I feel that this situation isn't simple. Based on my guess, the junior disciples must have, under the leadership of mortals, bravely launched an attack against the Demons. Truly admirable!" Ye Donglai exclaimed in awe.
Lin Fan glanced at him.
What kind of imagination is this?
Mortals leading an attack against Demons? How could one even think of such a thing?
"Stop rambling, follow me."
