The twelve Golden Core cultivators in the wooden house in this backstreet were some of the main core members of the Demon Hunters Association. At this stage, however, the root of this association had yet to be completely disposed of since its head hadn't been caught.
Wei Zhi and Loopy Toad's original plan had been to wipe out all the core members in one go, but they had underestimated how cunning this gang of pet traffickers was.
What was worse, the violent sounds of fighting in the wooden house and the wretched screams of these association core members as they had fallen to the floor had already attracted the attention of many people in the backstreet.
Some of the pet traffickers had sensed that something was wrong, and were already getting ready to pack up and run. Unfortunately for them, Wei Zhi had made ample preparations.
Loopy Toad looked out a broken window; even from the backstreet, it could already hear the loud sirens coming from outside.