Yang Jing could tell at a glance that these four Demon Cultivators had two intentions. First, they wanted to find a local Demon to scout the path ahead. Second, if they ran into danger, they'd have some cannon fodder to lead the way and cover their retreat.
Demons refined turbid, baleful qi and cultivated Demon Power, leaving them with almost no resistance to the Charm Skills of Cultivators at the same level.
When danger struck, they could simply bewitch the Demon and send it foolishly to its doom.
Yang Jing lowered his head, a smirk playing on his lips.
Seeing that Yang Jing had agreed, the four Demon Cultivators exchanged a look, their faces filled with delight.
One of them, a Golden Core Demon Cultivator, produced a small boat from his robes. With a burst of Magical Power, the boat expanded to over fifty feet long and lay floating on the sea.
