A month was not very long for Li Chang'an.
A single secluded cultivation session of his could last several months.
Therefore.
He did not act, but continued waiting.
"An entire month has passed. No matter how poorly informed the Winged Human Race is, they should know about the Three-Headed Lion Clan by now."
Hidden in the darkness, Li Chang'an continued fishing.
As long as he could draw out a Winged Human Race Old Ancestor whose strength had reached the Quasi-fifth Rank, he would learn the Winged Human Race's specific plans.
Time flew. In the blink of an eye, another half month passed.
On this day.
The Clone Li Chang'an had left in Azure Mountain suddenly sensed a familiar aura.
"The Nine-Headed Bird!"
His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked toward the horizon.
Come to think of it.
The Nine-Headed Bird had not come to bother him for quite some time.
Li Chang'an had never let down his guard. He had constantly gathered news of the Nine-Headed Bird and knew that the Monster had been extremely busy lately.
After the Monster Race invaded, all eight of the Nine-Headed Bird's bodies had been sent to the front lines to fight the Monsters. Only one body, reserved for saving his life, remained in the rear.
"The region he guarded saw extremely brutal fighting. Six of his eight bodies have already fallen."
Li Chang'an silently recalled the information he had previously obtained.
Although the Nine-Headed Bird would not truly fall, cultivating each Clone required vast quantities of resources and treasures.
The loss of six bodies was an extremely heavy blow to him.
For that very reason.
He had been able to leave the front lines and return to the rear to recuperate.
The one who had come to the Azure Mountain Region today was