If Wu Shentong wanted to come, it wouldn't be difficult.
As soon as he arrived, the perilous situation they faced could be resolved in an instant.
Lu Yang had personally witnessed Wu Shentong defeat Li Ciyou. Although he hadn't been able to see the fight clearly, the entire battle, from beginning to end, had lasted no more than a dozen breaths.
With his strength, whether attacking from both inside and outside or directly controlling the formation from within, he could put considerable pressure on the five Demon Kings.
Yet as the cracks in the formation grew wider and its gaps opened up, with more and more members of the Demon Race pouring into Dragon Sleep Valley, Wu Shentong still hadn't appeared. A foreboding feeling suddenly rose in Lu Yang's heart.
Could something have held him up?
Given Wu Shentong's strength, there was no one across all of Qing Province who could kill him.
Even if he were besieged by a host of kings, escaping would not be difficult.
The only explanation Lu Yang could think of was that Wu Shentong was currently dealing with some thorny matter that kept him from getting away.
If so, every Shanhetal martial artist in Dragon Sleep Valley would have to rely on their own strength to face the five Demon Kings outside and fight off the hundred thousand-plus members of the Demon Race streaming into the valley!
Lu Yang felt a crushing weight press down on him.
The words "king-level" seemed like a great mountain bearing down on everyone's hearts.
If they were facing only Xue Ji, they might still be able to resist, relying on Shanhetal's deep reserves.
But outside the formation now stood five mighty Demon Kings.
And on their side, apart from a grand formation and a hundred spirit springs, they