In the meeting hall of the Cyan Dragon Clan, Shen Haoran, Long Xiaotian, and the many Elders of the clan sat together. The atmosphere was tense.
"Nephew Shen, you're saying those black-robed individuals have set up a Hundred-Refinement Soul-devouring Array in Central City, and in three days, they will use the Alchemists participating in the Pill Emperor competition as a catalyst to activate it and slaughter the Martial Artists of the Demon Race in Central City?" Long Xiaotian asked in a grave voice after hearing Shen Haoran's speculation.
"That's right. I inferred it from their conversation. Judging by the expression on that black-robed man's face, it should be more or less correct," Shen Haoran said with a nod.
"Clan Leader, if that's really the case, then this is a great calamity for our Demon Race! We must stop the Pill Emperor competition, or the consequences will be unimaginable!" one of the Cyan Dragon Clan's Elders said, his face etched with anxiety.
