Chapter 2430
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It was a group of twenty to thirty people. They were all dressed in black and had swords hanging from their waists. They emitted a cold and bloodthirsty aura as they stared at them with cold expressions.
The weakest among them was at the peak of the Golden Core Realm, not to mention the devil cultivator in the lead. The aura of the person in the lead was extremely powerful. Just by standing there, he made them feel an unprecedented threat.
It seemed that they had really encountered trouble this time.
These devil cultivators were much stronger than the rogue cultivators from before. Even if the Thunderfire Mercenaries fought with their lives on the line, they would probably only be killed.
The devil cultivators on the other side had a strong aura and oppressive might. On the other hand, the Thunderfire Mercenaries were all holding swords in their hands. Their bodies were tense like ferocious beasts that could pounce at any time. Killing intent emanated from both sides and enveloped the sky.
The tense atmosphere was on the verge of erupting. It was as if as long as the leader of the devil cultivators gave the order, blood would splatter and corpses would be strewn all over the place. However, amidst this tense and oppressive atmosphere, a young and innocent voice suddenly rang out, causing everyone to be stunned.
"What's a devil cultivator?"
Feng Ye blinked his pure and clear eyes as he looked curiously at Xu Yan and then at the devil cultivator in the lead. It was as if he didn't see everyone nervously pursing their lips and frowning because of his words.
He pouted his pink lips and his delicate and cute little face was filled with dissatisfaction. "They're clearly the same as us. They're all humans. How are they devils?" As he spoke, he walked towards the devil cultivator with his short little legs.
Seeing this, Xu Yan stretched out his hand to pull him back, but he was flung away. "Little Young Master, don't go over!"
He shouted in a deep voice. However, Feng Ye turned around and made a face. "I don't need you to care. This uncle looks very mighty. Moreover, he's better looking than you."
Xu Yan moved his mouth as he watched the ignorant child walk step by step towards the devil cultivator. Just as he was about to make a move, he saw Zhao Yang come to his side. "Whatever my little master says is right. Don't worry about it."
Zhao Yang said with an expressionless face. When his gaze met Xu Yan's, a dark light flashed through his eyes.
Xu Yan took a deep breath when he saw this. He tensed his body and didn't say anything else. Instead, he looked at Feng Ye who was walking towards the Devil Cultivator as his heart tightened.
What was this child trying to do? Did he not know that they were demonic cultivators who killed without batting an eyelid? Wasn't he afraid? Wasn't he afraid that he would be killed by that demonic cultivator?
And this little guard named Zhao Yang, didn't he protect his little master all the way? Why didn't he stop him from walking 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 his reasons for doing so. Moreover, the Demonic Cultivators in front of them were so strong that they would definitely not be a match for them if they were to fight them head-on. It would be better to see what the Little Master had in mind.
Perhaps it was because no one had ever dared to say such words in front of him. The leading Demonic Cultivator had a playful expression as he stared with interest at the six or seven year old child who didn't fear him in the slightest.
He watched as the child walked towards him step by step with a relaxed and natural expression. He didn't stop him from approaching and only stared at him until the child stopped in front of him. He raised his head and looked at him curiously.
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