Before and after, Wang Wu had spent only a dozen-odd minutes settling the mortals' affairs.
For the time being, the mortals did not need to leave the city, but the 1.5 billion points of Demonic Qi outside the city would have to be dealt with sooner or later. That stuff could also corrode the city walls, drain the Hidden Origin Bell's protective effect, and affect the Hidden Origin Bell's base no less than a slow poison.
However, with someone causing trouble and the Hidden Origin Society bound by its permanent neutrality, it was quite difficult for Wang Wu to solve this problem.
"I can't follow their rhythm. If I try to deal with the Demonic Qi, the other side might already have one, two, three, four, five, and who knows how many contingency plans waiting for me. So I need to change my approach. I need to pull the firewood from beneath the cauldron."
Wang Wu pondered. That mass of 1.5 billion points of Demonic Qi outside was like the overall stock market. If he dared enter the market to save it, the other side dared block him. If he did not enter to save it, they would slowly nibble away at it.
So—he would go big.
Wang Wu sneered. Being unable to kill people did not mean he could not harvest the leeks, right?
Slowly, then.
An idea had already formed in his mind, a flash of inspiration that had crossed his mind before.
Could he continue upgrading the Hidden Origin Bell's base?
The Hidden Origin Bell was extremely powerful, but limited by the base's load-bearing ceiling, it could currently unleash at most fifty percent of its power. Even so, after withstanding fifteen Immortal Artifact attacks, the base would inevitably collapse, short-circuit, and be damaged.
So although there were