On a desolate mountain peak, Carson Flores gazed at the faint outline of the town at the horizon, with a dozen people standing behind him, all of whom were leaders from the Majestic Sect and the Four Sects and One Castle.
Although Carson Flores was the team leader with decision-making power over the entire team, he didn't want to dictate unilaterally and preferred to discuss things collaboratively.
From Carson's perspective, he didn't have any profound affection for the Immortal Realm. Although he was a bit saddened by its defeat, it was merely a slight sadness.
With his current strength, even if the Demon Realm ruled the Immortal Realm, he could still live well.
For Carson, being in the Demon Realm now meant that fighting or not fighting were both viable options.
Ten days had passed since they departed from that burned battlefield, having traversed countless miles, and were now deep in the Demon Realm.
Carson had finally stopped to gather intelligence on the Demon Race.
