"Who is that?"
The people on the shore looked at the suddenly emerging Demon Soul, still unsure of the situation.
Even the tentacles of the Demon Cultivator that surged out of the Blood Cloud froze in place when they were slashed and severed.
Although unintentionally, the Demon Soul indeed saved these people.
The tall, thin youth in the teahouse group focused intently on the Demon Soul in mid-air and said seriously, "If I remember correctly, such a person wasn't on the ship."
The robust man suddenly thought of something: "Then he must have been here to begin with. Could he be an accomplice, just putting on a show for us?"
The smallest youth rubbed his forehead: "Wang Hu, stop talking. You're embarrassing us..."
The tall, thin youth explained, "First, considering the strength of that Demon Cultivator who swallowed the Thunder Type person in one gulp, there's no need for them to put on a show against us.
