บท 442: The Mist King

Ming Yue immediately tensed up and watched them carefully, gripping her dagger tightly. Both Hei Yue and Xiao Yin did the same, readying themselves for a confrontation. But the one who spoke did not look in her direction. Rather, they looked elsewhere. 

"I know you're hiding, you cannot escape my senses."

Without even a warning, this disciple, a young girl threw out a line of seven daggers into the grass. Before it hit, a shadow flew out, revealing themselves to the Tao Feng disciples. 

"To think I would be found. You, humans, are quite strong."

Dressed in black clothing were a group of demons, all of which were of the same bloodline. They were all tall and lanky, with tattoos covering their face. Their skin was smooth and light gray, resembling that of ash.