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It was a team of twenty to thirty people, all dressed in black, with long swords hanging from their waists. They exuded a cold and bloodthirsty aura, and stared at them with grim faces.
The weakest of these people was at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, not to mention the demon cultivator who was leading the group. The aura of the leader was extremely powerful, and just standing there made them feel an unprecedented threat.
It seems that they are really in trouble this time.
The strength of these demon cultivators is much stronger than those previous independent cultivators. Even if the members of the Thunder Fire Mercenary Team fight to the death, they will probably only be killed.
The demon cultivators on the opposite side were powerful and intimidating, while the Thunder and Fire mercenaries on this side held swords in their hands, their bodies tense like ferocious beasts ready to pounce at any time. Murderous aura emanated from the people on both sides and enveloped the sky.
The tense atmosphere was on the verge of breaking out, as if as long as the leading demon cultivator gave the order, blood would splatter on the spot and corpses would be everywhere. However, in such a tense and depressing atmosphere, a childish and innocent voice suddenly sounded, startling everyone.
"What is a demon cultivator?"
Feng Ye blinked his pure and clear eyes, looked at Xu Yan curiously, and then looked at the leading demon cultivator. It seemed that he didn't notice that everyone was pursing their lips and frowning nervously because of his words.
He pouted his pink little mouth, with dissatisfaction on his delicate and cute face: "They are obviously human beings just like us, how can they be demons?" As he spoke, he walked towards the demon cultivator with his short legs.
Seeing this, Xu Yan reached out to pull him, but he was thrown away: "Young Master, don't go over there!"
He shouted in a deep voice, but Feng Ye turned around and made a face: "I don't want you to care, this uncle looks very majestic and looks better than you."
Xu Yan moved his mouth, watching the ignorant child step by step towards the demon cultivator. Just as he was about to take action, he saw Zhao Yang coming to his side: "Whatever my young master says is what it is, don't worry about it."
Zhao Yang spoke with an expressionless face, his eyes met Xu Yan's, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.
Seeing this, Xu Yan took a deep breath, tensed his body and said nothing, but looked at Feng Ye who was walking towards the demon cultivator, his heart tense.
What on earth does this kid want to do? Doesn't he know that he is a demon cultivator who kills without blinking an eye? Isn't he afraid? Isn't he afraid that he will be killed by the demon cultivator if he goes over
And this little guard named Zhao Yang, hadn't he been protecting his master all along the way? Why didn't he stop him from falling into the wolf's den
However, they didn’t know that Zhao Yang was more nervous and worried than anyone else.
However, he believed that Feng Ye must have a reason for doing this, and the strength of these demon cultivators in front of them was so strong that they would definitely not be able to defeat them in a head-on fight. It would be better to see what the young master could do.
Perhaps it was because no one had ever dared to say such words in front of him. The leading demon cultivator had a somewhat amusement-like look on his face, staring at the six or seven-year-old child who was not afraid of him at all with great interest.
Watching him walk towards him step by step with a relaxed and natural look, he did not stop him from approaching, but just stared at him until the child came to him, stopped, and looked up at him curiously.