Within just a few exchanges, Piling Island's defenses were breached. Zhong Yang and the others had never imagined that the promised attack on Donglai Island would turn into an assault on Piling Island. Caught off guard, they had descended into chaos by the time the news reached them.
At that moment, the army organized by the Desolate Ancestor launched its assault, and the defenses hastily thrown together by Zhong Yang and the others collapsed at once.
Amid the chaos, Zhong Yang spotted Chen Bingying and shouted for help. Chen Bingying ignored him completely; all he cared about was finding Xu Yi.
Suddenly, someone cried out, "Xu Yi has been spotted! Xu Yi has been spotted!"
A figure shot skyward in the southwest. Who else could it be but Xu Yi? The three Golden Witches nearest him struck, exchanging a blow with Xu Yi. Thunderbolts burst from Xu Yi's palm, easily deflecting their attacks, and he vanished in a flash.
"Desolate Ancestor, Desolate Ancestor..." Chen Bingying was beside himself with impatience.
The Desolate Ancestor calmly replied, "Young Master Chen, rest assured. Everything is under this Old Ancestor's control. You saw for yourself just now: though our forces seemed to be slaughtering the enemy in full swing, the true Witch army hasn't even been deployed. They didn't come here to watch the fun.
"If we mean to catch fish, we must first weave a net. Once the net is tightly woven, no matter how wildly the fish thrashes, it won't escape."
As soon as the Desolate Ancestor finished speaking, three-colored halos appeared throughout the airspace within a hundred-mile radius of Piling Island.
The Desolate Ancestor's expression was stern as he said, "Rest easy. This Old Ancestor planned everything in advance. If we meant to deal with Xu Yi, how could I possibly