A hidden area slightly distant from the battlefield was teetering there.
These black lotuses were enveloped in a black halo, gently swaying.
On each black lotus, there was a figure sitting cross-legged.
At this moment, the figures on the three central black lotuses all trembled simultaneously, as if a great upheaval had occurred.
"Ah!"
Someone yelled, a mix of astonishment, anger, malice, and disbelief in their voice, with eyes wide open.
The figures on the black lotuses were the true forms of the heart demons.
Not long ago, all their soul fragments were killed by Lu Qingshan.
This was simply a tremendous humiliation; in one of the heart nests of their Heart Demon Clan, a foreigner appeared and directly slain them.
This was a massive loss.
A heart demon can only split into three souls in their lifetime, each soul has been meticulously selected, and reaching the current level of cultivation was not easy.
With such a fall now, how could they not feel heartbroken?
