Just as James stopped and stared at the entrance, a rebuke came from behind him.
James turned his head and saw an elderly man who was wearing a black robe approaching him. He was not wearing a mask. Besides that, his face was wrinkled, his eyes were deep-set, and he held a black cane in his hand.
‘He’s not wearing a mask…’
James froze.
Since everyone here wore masks, the man before him must be the person in charge. However, James had no idea how he should address him. So, he simply lowered his head and remained silent.
Meanwhile, the elderly man walked over to him and fixed his gaze on him. James was nervous, and his palms were drenched in sweat.
“Master Protector.”
At that moment, a man wearing a black robe and a red mask walked toward the elderly man. Then, he knelt and said, “Master Protector, we have captured many cultivators. Those we fail to capture have been killed and their blood drained. However, there are still a lot of them out there in Mount Walvern.”
The elderly man holding a cane ordered, “Make haste and capture them all within three days. Capture them alive if possible. If not, kill them and take their blood.”
“Understood,” the man in the red mask said. Then, he stood up and hurriedly left.
James knew that the person before him was a Protector.
He lowered his head and said, “Master Protector, I’m just looking around.”
“This place is off-limits, so don’t wander about as you please. Be careful not to be devoured by the concentrated Demonic Energy here.”
After he spoke, he turned and entered the passageway.
James’ actions did not arouse any suspicion at all. As the camp was surrounded by layers of Magic Circles, only those who had cultivated the Demonic Arts could enter as they pleased. Outsiders would only be contaminated and devoured by Demonic Energy.
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