Suddenly, everyone burst into laughter.
As they conferred, the hundred or so Saint-level experts finally reached a consensus: "The Night Demon is ultimately too dangerous, dangerous now, and even more dangerous when we encounter him in the future. It's better to eliminate him first."
Eighty percent agreed, so it passed.
Long Yikong said, "If the Night Demon doesn't die this time, I'll go find him and join him. Don't blame me."
Everyone laughed: "With so many people wanting to kill him, can he still survive?"
Feng Wanxia rolled her eyes: "You can go, I'm not going anyway."
The crowd dispersed.
They were preparing to surround the Night Demon as planned.
Feng Wanxia and Long Yikong exchanged glances, both snorted coldly, turning away.
While killing, Fang Che immediately received communications from Long Yikong and Feng Wanxia.
"They are plotting against you, the plans are..."
Fang Che carefully read through. Unable to resist, he clicked his tongue twice.
