If I Were the Culprit Of The Sneak Attack...

5,000 kilometers southwest of the Immortal Du Sect, black figures were sitting cross-legged quietly in a valley that was covered by an array formation.

Outside the array, there were a few figures hiding in various spots, guarding against any surprise attacks.

There were also three to four people underground…

In the deepest part of the valley, the three cultivators sat in the air in a triangular shape. There was a seven-petaled blood lotus beneath each of them, that was gently spinning.

They had already absorbed half of the three blood lotuses from the Nether Blood Ocean.

A mosquito-like voice sounded in their hearts. The three of them stopped cultivating and listened attentively.

Soon, the three of them opened their eyes and lowered their heads.

"Yes, sir."

The sound of the mosquitoes gradually faded into the distance.