Three days later, Lanling City.
The city was ablaze with lights, its voices swelling like a boiling cauldron.
The streets, taverns, restaurants, and shops everywhere were packed to bursting.
The enormous profits from the western expedition had sparked a commercial frenzy. Merchants and travelers from every direction followed in the footsteps of the Western Expeditionary Force, buying and selling as they reaped excess profits while bringing countless conveniences to the force.
No matter what supplies were needed, as long as the price was right—
These merchants always found a way to procure them.
A thousand miles away, Lanling City's lights were reflected in the Demonic Eyes of seven Black Shadows, some icy and some savage. They all began to cackle involuntarily.
"The Green Ox Pseudo-Immortal is completely unguarded. This is the perfect time to strike!"
"The time to earn merit has come. Once this is done, the Lords of Supernatural Phenomena will surely reward us."
"Can you tell us what the rewards are?"
"We can take twenty percent of the Green Ox Pseudo-Immortal's corpse and soul. The cultivators of the entire city will all be our reward."
"Excellent. If this succeeds, we certainly will not have made a losing trade."
"Follow this lord's plan. Activate the array three hundred miles out and make sure to trap him inside."
"Yes!"
As the words fell, six Black Shadows vanished in an instant, disappearing without a trace.
Only one Black Shadow remained. Its Demonic Eyes flickered with hesitation and regret.
This was Yellow Mane Lord. The claws and fangs of supernatural phenomena were spread throughout the world; even when they did not stir up waves, they hid within the wind.
They scouted, took aim, plundered... doing the work of claws and fangs.
Yellow Mane's emotions were somewhat complicated, because he did not know