"Damn it! Why is there still no news? Could it be that they've sprouted wings and flown away?!"
This news undoubtedly infuriated the high-ranking members of the Desolate Blood Gate. In a city lord's mansion within an Immortal City, a Demon Lord slammed his fist onto the table, shouting in anger.
At this point, it had been a full month since the entire Desolate Blood Gate had mobilized to capture Jiang Chengxuan and his group, yet they still had no results.
The three highest-ranking Grand Elders of the Desolate Blood Gate had gathered at the city lord's mansion by now.
"It's impossible that no one encountered them. The entire Desolate Blood Gate territory has been turned upside down. They must have used some kind of trick!"
An older and more experienced Demon Lord quickly realized the issue.
Their many demon cultivators were like wild grass, scattered across the wilderness—how could they all have been avoided? Not even one demon cultivator was killed.
