Within the territory of the Six Demonic Sects, an internal conflict was underway.
The low-level disciples of the Ghost Spirit Sect and Blood Kill Sect were battling around a spirit stone mine, slaughtering one another. Disciples from both sects fell every moment, and the fighting was exceptionally brutal.
Yet just as the two sides were locked in fierce combat, the cultivators commanding the Ghost Spirit Sect suddenly received a sound transmission talisman, ordering them to abandon the spirit stone mine and withdraw toward their sect gate.
"What?! Retreat again?! It was the same before. We were clearly gaining the upper hand, yet those above suddenly ordered us to withdraw. What are those elders even thinking?!"
"Retreat, retreat, retreat! If we keep retreating, our sect's entire foundation will be gone!"
"The Yan Family has no courage at all. They are utterly unfit to hold power! I truly miss the days when Elder Wang and the others were still alive!"
Hearing that it was another order to retreat, the fellow disciples around the commander could not help voicing their resentment.
"What are you babbling about?! The elders have their own plans. Just carry out the order!"
Though the commanding cultivator was also deeply dissatisfied, he understood the consequences of defying orders even better. He immediately issued a forceful command.
At this moment, Yan Ruyan, who had already advanced to the Nascent Soul Stage, sat at the head seat in the Ghost Spirit Sect's main hall with a worried expression. The hall was filled with Core Formation cultivators whom the Yan Family had nurtured over the years using the Ghost Spirit Sect's resources—seven or eight of them in all.
Because the journey to Demon Fall Valley had dealt the Wang Family, which had originally controlled the Ghost Spirit Sect, a devastating blow, not