Chi Xue, Meng Du, and Jiu Jie's plan had gone smoothly. The Dragon Turtle had successfully led the Po Family Brothers into the North Profound Realm. Upon learning the news, Ling Tian and the others grew grim, while Mo Lei and the rest seethed with killing intent, looking as if they wanted to tear Chi Xue limb from limb.
Once their anger subsided, everyone began to worry. They knew how powerful the Po Family Brothers were. If they had brought a large number of cultivators, the North Profound Realm would surely descend into chaos, and Old Man Ling and the others would be in considerable danger.
Thinking of this, most of them wanted to return and reinforce their allies. They all looked toward Ling Tian, waiting to see what he would do.
After his initial anger and worry, Ling Tian's expression settled into calm. He murmured, "Chi Xue isn't a fool. He wouldn't let the Po Family Brothers bring too many cultivators into our realm. Otherwise, they'd completely throw our realm into disarray and turn the situation around—something he wouldn't want to see. As he said before, he only wants both sides to remain evenly matched and keep fighting."
"That does make sense," Mo Lei said. Then she muttered, "But how many people did the Po Family Brothers bring into the North Profound Realm? Their people aren't as skilled at archery as ours, so they must have brought more."
"It's only natural they'd bring more people than I did, but it shouldn't be too many. They couldn't possibly have brought over a million," Illusion Dream Fairy said. Then she looked at Ling Tian. "Ling Tian, when you went to the Po Family's headquarters, how many members of their Black Armored Battle Team were missing?"
Illusion Dream Fairy's reasoning was simple.