"Xia Hong, my leader, among our three thousand people, none have paid homage to the Mirror Immortal. The remaining nine thousand in the camp have already been bewitched to commit suicide. It seems to be preparing some ritual, be careful!"
Upon hearing Yuwen Dao's voice, Xia Hong's pupils sharply contracted.
In fact, he had arrived at the Mirror Immortal's outpost for a while, but due to the uncertainty about the internal situation, he made some other preparations first to ensure safety, which delayed him a bit.
In this short period, over nine thousand people have all been bewitched to commit suicide!
Of course, shocked as he was, Xia Hong immediately responded to Yuwen Dao's warning, gratefully saying gravely: "Thank you, Brother Yuwen. You take the three thousand people and escape first. Leave this deceitful monster to me!"
Upon hearing this, a look of joy appeared on Yuwen Dao's face.
