Inside the massive sinkhole, the crowd shot uneasy glances at Mo Hao.
"What's up with this guy?" someone muttered.
"Why'd he scream 'No!' like that? Shouldn't he be happy the senior wiped out all the demons in one move?"
"Wait… you don't think he's a demon spy, do you?" another whispered.
"Now that you mention it… earlier, he kept trying to convince the senior not to kill them right away. Said he had to do it instead. Something about… I don't know, making a grand scene?"
"Who even says stuff like that? That's suspicious as hell."
"Yeah. Back away, people. If he's really a spy, we're all in trouble."
Slowly, the crowd edged away, one cautious step at a time.
Even a dog, sensing the shift in mood, whimpered and scurried off, tail tucked between its legs.
Hearing the hushed whispers around him, Mo Hao's face twisted in frustration.
"No! I'm not a demon spy!" he snapped.