The Flood Sweeps Through the Dragon King's Temple, and the Leaky Roof Meets a Night of Endless Rain!

"It's time to raise the wind!"

At the side of Bright Mountain, by the banks of Zhang Abyss, Jimeng, the Demon Marshal, threw his head back and laughed.

He had grasped the situation, watched the Dragon Master, and calculated the critical moment. The Dragon Master was in the midst of its greatest transformation. It appeared to have regained its former strength, but in reality, this was when it was at its weakest.

This was also the moment Jimeng had chosen to strike... because the Dragon Master could neither defend nor attack.

It could not defend—the cautious formation of huddling together and clearing the enemy lines had been dismantled by its own hands. It had stationed troops everywhere to protect the trade routes, or had withdrawn many of its key personnel for large-scale development and production.

It could not attack either—the territory had been spread too thin, and the lands it had once known had become unfamiliar. It needed time to coordinate and adapt... After all, far too many clans that had invited troops to garrison their lands were secretly plotting something. They had prepared traps meant to delay and drain the Dragon Master!

The decisions made by the Dragon Master could not really be called wrong. On the surface, they were all excellent and correct solutions.

What a pity!

If they lost, they would truly have lost because everything had been arranged for them from beginning to end. They had stepped straight into a pit and fought a war of asymmetric information.

Who could have expected it?

The Heavenly Court's supreme leader had put on Shaohao's clothes.

And the supreme commander of the Demon Clan had even opened a second battlefield!

He had created the conditions and chosen the moment when the Dragon Master was at its weakest to strike!