"Even the best swimmers can drown, and the best riders can fall. People are often ruined by the very things they excel at. That Yang Jing prides himself on his Dharma Eyes, which can perceive Demonic Qi. He would never imagine that right under his very nose, a group of us Demon Cultivators are gathered, preparing to perform a Demon Summoning. A day from now, when he tries to break the array, a Golden Core-level Red Evil True Demon will suddenly leap out from within the Wei Clan Territory. I wonder what will be going through his mind then. Will he regret provoking us in his final moments?"
Wei Dong fanned himself with his folding fan, speaking with immense satisfaction.
His plan wasn't particularly clever. It merely exploited a psychological blind spot of Yang Jing's, as well as Bian Shiyin's considerable wealth.
After all, not just any Foundation Establishment Cultivator could so easily produce two Tier Three Demon Arrays.
