Taking the Initiative, Our Killing Intent Soared
Ancient Witch City.
Li Yi sat upright in the seat of honor in the main hall, deep in thought, his expression impassive. He was considering how best to face the ever-changing world. His fingers tapped idly against the armrest of his throne, the "thump, thump, thump" echoing through the silent hall.
"My power has once again reached a bottleneck. Breaking through to Sovereign in such a short time is unrealistic. Even if I forced a breakthrough, it would leave my foundation unstable. It wouldn't be worth it."
"There are two ways to increase our strength: increase my own power, or increase our forces. Since the first option isn't viable, I'll strengthen the latter."
After about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, a sharp glint flashed in Li Yi's eyes. He had made up his mind.
"Everyone, please gather in the main hall."
At the thought, his will swept across the entire Witch God Sect, and his voice reached Shen Ni, Tongtian, Nuwa, and the others.
A moment later, Shen Ni, Zhen Yuanzi, Tongtian, Nuwa, Zhunti, River Styx, Mirror Demon, Sars, and the others arrived one after another.
"Please, have a seat," Li Yi said with a faint smile.
Everyone cupped their hands slightly toward Li Yi, straightened up, and took their seats. By the rule of the Eternal World that the strong held sway, the Sovereigns, including Shen Ni, sat at the front of either side of the hall, while the Monarchs, including Mirror Demon, sat behind them.
With six Sovereigns, Li Yi—a powerhouse whose combat strength already rivaled a Sovereign—and more than a hundred Monarchs, the Witch God Sect ranked among the top factions in the Eternal World. Aside from the Holy Clan, the second branch of the