The next day.
South of Sky Abyss City.
Before dawn, concealed by the city's formation restrictions, several hundred cultivators silently left through the gates and formed ranks outside the city.
Countless gazes also converged on Chu Mu atop the City Tower.
"Set out..."
Chu Mu spoke no needless words.
Those able to take part in this operation were all people of steadfast resolve. They knew perfectly well what they would face.
The success or failure of the operation was not something he could reverse with a few words.
With a command, streak after streak of blood-red emerged amid the ranks.
In the blink of an eye, the several hundred cultivators had all transformed into grotesque demons.
They then divided into several teams in perfect order and silently stepped into that deathly world, leaving not the slightest trace behind.
Chu Mu stood alone atop the city wall. Only after not a single trace remained in sight did he slowly withdraw his gaze.
"Ah..."
He let out a bleak sigh, his expression carrying a hint of complexity.
The operation's codename was Demon Hunt.
Yet they were not the main force of the demon hunt.
In other words, for this operation that had been planned for years and consumed immense resources, its objective had already been achieved from the moment they set out.
Whether their operation succeeded or failed was not important.
Success would merely add flowers to the brocade.
Failure would not affect the overall situation, so long as the Nascent Soul Great Experts leading the teams were not severely wounded.
As for the possibility that something might happen to the Nascent Soul Great Experts leading the teams, resulting in the entire army being wiped out—it was exceedingly, exceedingly unlikely.
The elites of the nine cities were involved. Each city had three