Global Demon Transformation.

Inside the spacious hall, the light was dim, and the flickering candlelight reflected six slightly blurry figures.

They wore solid black robes, hoods, and masks on their faces, some with animal faces, some with ghost faces, and others with simple striped patterns.

It can be said that, apart from their height which could not be hidden, these six people completely covered themselves up.

This is also understandable.

As someone wanted by countries around the world and hated by everyone, exposing his identity is not much different from suicide.

Even after decades in the organization, they did not know each other's identities.

On the steps directly in front of these six figures, Zhou Tianyi sat on a high seat, gazing indifferently at those below.

He didn't wear a mask because there was no need; his face changed hundreds of faces in a single second.

Five days have passed since I last parted ways with Yang Qing. Apart from the Grand Elder, who is unreachable, the two Vice Leaders and four Elders have all returned in the last two days.

After waiting for several days, the initially patient crowd began to grow impatient and restless.

"Master, what exactly is this Crimson Mission? What kind of mission is so high-ranking as to be called Crimson?"

"Yeah, since it's a mission, at least let us know, so we don't die without even knowing how."

"Haha, Elder Zhou is right."

"I thought my identity as the cult leader had been exposed, so I rushed back while I was enjoying myself in bed."

"I've been waiting for two days. If you don't tell me about the mission soon, I'm leaving."

"Everyone, please be patient. The leader doesn't usually summon us easily."

Six figures appeared; based on their voices and builds, five were men and one was a woman. Among them were discontented complaints, constant questioning, silence, and attempts to calm everyone down.

Wang Mian, wearing a cat-face mask, remained silent throughout.

He also had doubts, but he was too lazy to ask.

Even if you asked, the cult leader obviously wouldn't tell you.

He was currently troubled about how to capture a king or a king-level demon within three months.

The demon race is different from the demon beasts. When a demon beast dies, it's gone. But the demon race is different. They are not to be trifled with. If you're not careful, it could trigger a chain reaction.

Emperors are rare, and many hold high positions with numerous guards around them. Even if an assassination is successful, escaping safely is no easy task.

Moreover, this time it wasn't an assassination attempt, but a capture alive.

Capturing someone alive is dozens of times more difficult than assassinating them, not to mention bringing them to the Divine Martial Continent.

It would be almost impossible to do without the cooperation of multiple emperors.

If all else fails, you'll have to take action against the people around you.

But this is the last resort.

People within the organization were already suspicious of his ability to return unscathed from the Dragon King's Palace. Shortly after his return, a royal figure went missing, which would certainly make them suspect him.

If you're not careful, you'll face an attack from the organization.

"This mission needs to be kept completely secret, but with our capabilities, it won't be an overly dangerous mission."

Zhou Tianyi's voice rang out, but it did not dispel the doubts and concerns of the others.

Instead, the criticism intensified.

If it's not dangerous, why is the mission level so high as Crimson?
Zhou Tianyi was somewhat helpless about this.

Those who choose to join the new world are not good people.

Within the organization, those who rise to the position of top leader have hands stained with blood.

Those who can become elders are all heinous criminals wanted by countries around the world.

Such a person is inherently eccentric, unscrupulous, and unwilling to be subordinate to others.

Although Zhou Tianyi is the leader of the cult and his orders are the highest directives of the "New World," it is not so easy for him to make his subordinates obey.

Moreover, this mission requires strict secrecy.

Zhou Tianyi is the strongest, which is why he can sit in the position of sect leader and remain in it securely.

But in the end, he was not an invincible powerhouse, and did not possess strength that surpassed everyone else.

The two vice-leaders were not the only ones coveting his position.

“This is both a mission and a favor,” Zhou Tianyi said.

Favor?

Upon hearing this, the discontented voices and doubts gradually disappeared.

Once they've established a good relationship, they'll be more likely to get the cult leader to help them next time.

Some of them owed the cult leader a favor, which could be settled by doing so.

In the "new world," personal relationships are more valuable than money.

"They've gone all out; they're determined to win!"

Wang Mian looked up and observed the cult leader, secretly alarmed.

For ordinary people, repaying favors is simple, perhaps just a meal or a few drinks. But for emperors, repaying favors is much more difficult.

Something that can put the emperor in a difficult position must be extremely dangerous.

Owing six people favors at once clearly indicates a willingness to complete this task at any cost.

In the new world, the cult leader has never owed anyone a favor.

"What exactly is the mission? Could you give me a hint?"

The man wearing the ghost mask said that he was positioned next to Wang Mian, and although the others were also around, they were clearly positioned one body length apart from the two of them.

“Vice Leader Zhang, you can give up this mission if you are unwilling.”

Zhou Tianyi said coldly.

"hehe."

The masked man chuckled softly but remained silent.

He was just curious.

How can we give up something given the cult leader's favor?
Zhou Tianyi sneered, about to speak, when a vibration came from his pocket.

He checked his phone, then stood up and slowly walked down the stairs: "Mission begins."

"It finally begins."

The others also expressed their feelings.

"Keep your distance from me and do not approach within three kilometers of me. Wait for my orders to act."

After saying that, Zhou Tianyi looked at the person wearing the clown mask.

The clown nodded slightly, and he stretched out his right hand from his wide sleeves. It was an extremely pale arm, covered with at least a hundred pits, which looked terrifying.

A black insect, about the size of a fingernail and with six wings, emerged from a hole in his arm and flew toward Zhou Tianyi. Zhou Tianyi caught it with his right hand and then pressed it against the back of his left hand.

When Zhou Tianyi released his right hand, his left hand had already returned to normal.

"So cautious!"

Someone sighed.

The flying insects are hidden inside the body, and even people with keen senses cannot detect them.

This is enough to demonstrate the leader's caution.

"Enough with the nonsense. This mission is very important. If anyone makes a mistake, don't blame me for turning against them."

Leaving behind a warning, Zhou Tianyi disappeared from the spot.

The others looked at each other through their masks, chatted for a few words, and then left the main hall one after another.

Half an hour later, Zhou Tianyi arrived at the agreed meeting point.

Yang Qing looked somewhat tired after five days apart.

Why do you look so tired?

Zhou Tianyi asked.

Yang Qing nodded slightly without answering. As his soul power surged within him, a pair of wings, as thin as cicada wings and gleaming with a jet-black luster, emerged from his body. He lightly touched the ground, leaped into the air, and, guided by the "bloodline guidance" within his body, flew towards the northeast.

"Such a bad temper!"

Zhou Tianyi said with dissatisfaction, a pair of dark yellow spiritual energy wings unfolded from his back, and he leaped up, chasing after Yang Qing. (End of this chapter)