Inside a Hidden Cave several hundred miles from Green Deer Mountain, dozens of High-Level Cultivators had gathered.
Fang Mu and two others sat in a circle, discussing something as they pointed at a Terrain Map. Wang Qingshan and the others stood some distance away.
"The Demon Race has set up a great many Restrictions around Green Deer Mountain. It's simply impossible to avoid being discovered by them. They can use demonic insects as sentries. I suggest we attack in three groups. Those low-level demon beasts on the perimeter can't stop us. Our mission is to destroy this stronghold. Simply put: kill without mercy. Burn anything we can't take away. There are quite a few wounded demons on Green Deer Mountain—just the thing to feed my little darling."
Pointing at Green Deer Mountain, Fang Mu spoke slowly.
When he mentioned his little darling, the coffin on his back shook, as though the Little Jiangshi inside were about to burst out and feed.
"Attack in three groups? That would indeed divide the Demon Race's attention. But if they concentrate their firepower on one group, that would be trouble."
Zi Yang Daoist said with a frown.
"I happen to be short a Nascent Soul Realm Demon Beast Essence Soul to refine a treasure. If one comes, I'll kill one; if two come, I'll kill them both. The Demon Race's primary task is to protect those supplies—they won't concentrate their firepower on one group. If you're afraid, the two of you can take one route, and I'll take another alone."
Fang Mu's tone was indifferent, but his words brimmed with confidence.
He had several Core Formation Stage Corpse Refinements. Using them to set up a Formation, even facing two opponents alone would not be a problem. Even if he could not win, he could