Blood Refinement Ancestor was in the critical stage of secluded cultivation, attempting to break through to Early God Emperor. His condition was bound to be unstable, and his cultivation technique had most likely backfired, leaving his cultivation fluctuating. This was his greatest weakness. If Lin Feng rashly alerted him and forced him out of seclusion to fight desperately, with three peak True God elders and thirty thousand sect disciples surrounding him, even his Mid God Emperor strength would not spare him a bitter battle and needless expenditure.
The safest approach was to infiltrate quietly and defeat them one by one, clearing away the small fry before beheading their leader.
He planned to silently eliminate all the elders on watch and the elite disciples on the perimeter first, dismantling the Blood Refining Sect's middle- and lower-level fighting forces, severing its arms and destroying its foundations. Only then would he leisurely face the wounded, unstable Blood Refinement Ancestor, annihilating this Devil Dao sect at the smallest possible cost and claiming its thousand-year accumulation of treasures for himself.
With his plan settled, Lin Feng stopped roaming and investigating. He found a secluded, concealed pavilion and quietly lay in wait.
Time slowly passed. Day gave way to night, and before long, it was the dead of night.
Darkness shrouded the enormous blood-colored city. The clamor and slaughter within gradually subsided as most of the bloodthirsty cultivators withdrew to rest in seclusion, leaving the entire city steeped in gloomy, deathly silence. Only the Blood Refinement Hall still glowed with flowing bloodlight, its oppressive presence heavy and its defenses strict.
The time had come.
Lin Feng stirred, his aura vanishing completely as he became an extreme Residual Image. He darted through the nighttime streets and alleys, avoiding the eyes of every disciple on watch and patrolling