Only when the cabin door closed again did all the Ox Power Demons dare to gasp for breath. Those who were severely injured continued to wail weakly.
Just as Yang Jing was about to start Refining the Spiritual Mechanism again, an Ox Power Demon squeezed in next to him.
"I saw it," he said in a low voice, staring at Yang Jing with a hint of cunning in his bovine eyes. "That Dragon Demon was pointing at you. You used some trick to fool the Ox Demon next to you into taking the fall."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
Yang Jing ignored the Ox Power Demon. He had more than enough ways to kill it silently.
"Brother, the Instantaneous Demon Venerable drafted us to avenge his youngest son, just to serve as cannon fodder for the Eastern Demon Sect. If we remain a scattered mess like this, we might have barely survived this round, but we might not be so lucky next time," the Ox Power Demon said earnestly.
