"You! What exactly did you do?!"
"Here... where is this?"
"Not Windveil City!? Where the hell is this?!"
The group of immortals was stunned beyond words, but I couldn't be bothered with them. I raced straight toward the world below, and the elites I led naturally followed close behind. They had all seen the maps of Clouddream Mountain to one extent or another, so they recognized at a glance that this was the Clouddream Immortal Realm. Their reactions were therefore much quicker than those of the alliance's immortals, and one after another, they fled with me toward the world below.
Although several powerful experts from the alliance were mixed among them, that was still within an acceptable range for me. After drawing away most of the fleet and immortals, I watched as even more fleets charged into the sea of clouds. I knew that the immortals and fleets outside Windveil City would be unable to stop themselves from rushing in. After all, they all thought they were entering Windveil City.
But who could have imagined that when I led the main forces out, I had already opened the entrance to the Hidden-Mountain Grounds of the Clouddream Immortal Realm? We had left from outside Windveil City, but returned to the Hidden-Mountain Grounds. Thus, no one could possibly break into Windveil City.
They thought themselves clever, but in reality, they had entered a wasteland. Once trapped here, they would inevitably suffer the encroachment of the poisonous gas, while I could simply wait at leisure and harry them.
Having been drawn into the trap, whether they lived or died was mine to decide. I took out the Star-Heaven Bureau Formation Disk and directly cut off a certain area. Although it also swept in seven or eight alliance experts, the situation had now been