The struggle between two realms was no mere conflict between two sects, nor between two enormous islands. It could be said to be a war between two races.
Such a struggle naturally could not truly have its tide turned by merely a few spies.
The conflict between Integration and Divine Connection cultivators still depended on their own strength. So long as they did not fall into the opposing side's formations, and were merely fighting cultivator against cultivator, it was exceedingly difficult to employ any schemes or tricks.
The battlefield was simply too vast. Even if protective restrictions were laid over a sect, they could not effectively kill the opposing cultivators.
Even if there were spies from the opposing side, they could do no more than investigate some information on the surface.
Although the Divine Connection cultivators still harbored reservations about the middle-aged man surnamed Lei's explanation, none of them said anything more.
"If Banshi Island sends a large number of people to Haiwu Mountain and Wanxia Ravine, our defensive line will inevitably be greatly weakened. If the other side truly sends a force of one or two thousand people deep into the Tianhong Realm, our rear will indeed be in danger. We cannot help but guard against this to some degree."
The speaker was an old man with grizzled whiskers. A powerful aura of the sea race emanated from his entire body, and he was evidently a sea-race cultivator at the peak Spirit Severing stage.
"What Junior Nephew Rong said is indeed something we cannot fail to guard against. First, Junior Nephew Shao must urge the cultivators responsible for monitoring the formations to be especially vigilant, keep the flow of information clear, and communicate with one another at regular intervals. At the same time, the various sects within several hundred