"…they may be descendants of the Earth Demon like Azraeth V'khorath."
Ethan made his judgment silently.
The Demon Clan of the Blackspire Mountains had always been a thorn in the side of the Azure Origin Dao Sect—and by extension, the entire Skyreach Territory. Blood debts between the two sides had piled up for countless years, irreconcilable and soaked in hatred.
Anyone related to the Black Demon Sect was an enemy.
That fact alone was enough.
"Go."
Ethan's thoughts moved.
An extremely faint strand of mental energy slipped out from his fingertips, invisible and intangible, creeping along the ground like a shadow without form. It latched onto the last member of the group, sinking into his body without causing the slightest fluctuation.
A perfect mark.
From now on, every movement of this team would be within Ethan's perception.
His gaze lingered on the leading woman for a brief moment, brows knitting together.
Something about her aura felt… wrong.
Not weak. Not unstable.
