Remain calm in the face of great events!
Unflustered in the face of danger!
After so many years of life-and-death struggles, this trait had long since been tempered into Ye Zhen's bones.
Big Ear Nie Ting continuously relayed the locations and approximate sizes of the Devil Race's encircling armies in the surrounding areas.
Using the grass beneath his feet as a chessboard, Ye Zhen marked the locations on the spot. Within a few breaths, a map of the surrounding military situation appeared at his feet.
The encirclement formed by the Devil Race's various suppression armies was clear at a glance.
The first thing he saw was the seven suppression armies discovered in four directions. Of those seven armies, six belonged to Devil Race lords. Their combat strength was ordinary, and their marching speed would not exceed twenty thousand li per hour.
The scouts of those six forces would not range beyond five thousand li.
The seventh force, however, was an elite army under some Devil Race Grand Marching Commander. Its marching speed exceeded thirty thousand li per hour.
What worried Ye Zhen were the elite warning squads this force had dispatched to search in every direction.
With the marching speed of Ye Zhen's fully equipped Marshal-class Spirit Boats, they could easily shake those off.
The true great danger was the search squads composed of Dao-realm Devil Venerables, with at least two members per group.
These squads had an extremely broad search range. With their involvement, a net spread across heaven and earth had already been laid here for Ye Zhen's army.
Even more fatal was what this represented—a terrifying possibility.
The Devil Race army had already locked onto the approximate, or perhaps even exact, location of Ye Zhen's remnant forces.
This was entirely possible.
After all, Ye Zhen had not