Xiao Leng had guessed right. Many Demon-Killing Battle Gods had come this time. However, they had not scared away the god bandits at all. Instead, these god bandit militias became even more excited; when else would so many fat lambs be ready for the slaughter?
Many Demon-Killing Pavilion Branches had caught wind of this mission to kill the Poison Spirit. The Poison Spirit had broken a leg and would not be able to recover in a short while. As killing him would be worth forty thousand battle merits, many Demon-Killing Battle Gods had been tempted by it. Most importantly, there had been a rumor that the Poison Spirit had killed a great family clan young master in the Yellow Sand Prefecture and had stolen a Primitive Spiritual Treasure.