Ming Xuanyang left,
and he left in great haste.
This left Shen Changchuan without even a chance to ask about the exact situation in Soul Severing City.
It was truly rather helpless.
"But with two of the Seven Sons of the Immortal Sect stationed in Soul Severing City, there should be no problem over there, right?"
"At the Spirit Wandering realm peak level, our side should hold the upper hand."
"Although we are at an almost absolute disadvantage in the lower and middle ranks, with the city-defense grand formation, holding the line should not be a problem."
Thinking of this, Shen Changchuan felt somewhat reassured.
As long as they did not suffer the same fate as Barbaric City, with enemies working from within and without to break the city-defense grand formation,
then the lower- and middle-ranked cultivators would basically be safe.
Relying on the grand formation, they could likely hold out for years without issue.
And perhaps once Master's injuries recovered, the combined strength of Master and Martial Uncle Ming Xuanyang, two of the Seven Sons of the Immortal Sect, would be enough to break the Devil Dao's siege around Soul Severing City.
The siege might have a solution,
but what came afterward would likely prove troublesome.
After all, the Southern Yue Land was simply too vast, sparsely populated, with cultivation cities and towns scattered in all directions and separated by great distances.
Yet after the Netherworld Sect entered the fray, the Righteous Path Alliance of the Tiannan Domain was at an absolute disadvantage in both the number and quality of Spirit Wandering realm cultivators.
Stationing forces separately in the wilderness would practically be giving the enemy the chance to defeat them one by one. It was no different from courting death!
No matter how formidable Master and Martial Uncle