"Brother Lan, are you worried that the White Mountain Monarch and the Snow Wolf King might fail?"
The eagle disappeared into the sky, and beside Lan Jue, a burly man with thick hair covering his body and face spoke with doubt.
Lan Jue did not answer directly, only mentioning that he felt a bit uneasy and it would be safest to have someone go and take a look.
The three demons waited quietly for nearly two hours, and then the eagle suddenly swooped down from high altitude, with an urgent report.
"The three commanders, bad news!"
"Both the White Mountain Monarch and the Snow Wolf King have been ambushed by the Shen Family cultivators, suffering heavy losses."
Hearing this, Lan Jue's expression slightly changed. After a brief contemplation, he asked:
"What about the blood food?"
"How much blood food did the two obtain?"
