Premeditation

Venerable Pingtian pushed the Pope to the corridor, where a dense mass of Evil Spirits had already collided with the defending forces. One glance down from the railing revealed that the number of Mei was impossible to estimate, as though they had nearly filled the walls of the entire Skywell.

The Salvation Sect held an absolute advantage in terrain, and this was what they relied on to hold their ground—the sunlight from above was not particularly bright, but it still illuminated the entire mouth of the well and reached some twenty levels below. Within this area, Mei's movements were greatly slowed, turning them into targets for crossbow bolts, thunderstones, and all manner of spells.

Only this time, the scale of the Evil Spirits' raid seemed far greater than ever before.

"Cough, cough..." Wuyi coughed weakly twice. "How is the situation now?"

"My lord, it is difficult to say." Venerable Qitian, who had taken over command, answered truthfully. "The enemy appears numerous, but they are all lesser Mei, and the defenders can still hold them back. But according to past patterns, the intensity of the raids will gradually increase. If this is only the first wave of attacks, then what follows... will likely be exceedingly dangerous."

"You mean Great Demons will appear?"

"This subordinate believes there may be more than one."

When Mei transformed into Demons, many conventional attacks became little more than a scratch. Such enemies had to be dealt with individually by high-ranking Fangshi. The Salvation Sect's strongest combatants were its Venerables. Two Venerables were still abroad and had yet to return, while Venerable Huntian and Venerable Shengtian had vanished without a trace. Only three people in the headquarters could fight, a situation that was truly far from encouraging for the Salvation Sect.

"What about the people left behind