Wood Daoist hurriedly took out the communication token and infused a thread of mana into it.
Light burst from the token, and a figure emerged from within—it was Yuan Ming.
Yuan Ming's projection spoke, briefly describing the situation in Demon Cloud Valley and conveying the news that the crisis had been resolved.
Then the communication ended, and the light faded.
The entire palace fell into silence.
"The crisis is resolved? He said the crisis is resolved?" Wood Daoist stood dumbfounded, shock surging through his heart, impossible to calm.
The others nearby also wore expressions of utter disbelief.
"Could this be a trick? Fellow Daoist Yuan may be powerful, but how could he, alone, possibly be a match for the Devil Race lying in ambush in Demon Cloud Valley?" the long-bearded cultivator asked hesitantly.
"Exactly! Could this be a Devil Race plot? They may have released false news to make us lower our guard, so they can launch a surprise attack?" another person worriedly said.
More than half the people in the palace voiced their doubts.
To them, it was simply impossible for Yuan Ming alone to defeat the Devil Race army in Demon Cloud Valley.
Just as Wood Daoist and the others were wavering between belief and doubt, the palace's communication array suddenly lit up. This time, however, it was Ancestor Bing Lan, who had just arrived at Guixu, contacting them.
"Fellow Daoist Wood, for some unknown reason, the Devil Race forces at Guixu have suddenly withdrawn." Ancestor Bing Lan's figure appeared in the communication array. There was not the slightest joy on his face; instead, it was filled with deep unease.
He felt that the Devil Race would not withdraw without cause. They must have some greater scheme in mind.
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Bing Lan, there's no need for