As Ling Tian and the others had guessed, the Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators didn't want to see large numbers of their people killed. More importantly, they believed victory in their assault on Fengyun Realm was already all but certain. So they sent five thousand super-large Universe Flying Saucers, along with their accompanying Satellite Flying Saucers and other craft, to reinforce the Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators fighting Chi Xue and the others. Of course, one or two hundred ninth-order experts were sent to escort the fleet as well. At that moment, Feng Xi and the others were still setting up a temporary base behind the Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators, and Feng Lingzi and his people could be teleported over to support them at any time. Naturally, they needed to send some ninth-order experts to help—among them were nearly ten super-strong cultivators at the peak of the ninth order.
Five thousand super-large Universe Flying Saucers and their accompanying craft, along with one or two hundred ninth-order experts—that was a formidable force. Their departure would undoubtedly ease the pressure on Ling Tian and the others considerably, and Fairy Sword Ji and the others were greatly encouraged. With this force gone, Ling Tian and his people would not only face less pressure and be able to hold out longer; most importantly, they would inflict heavier losses on the Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators when they counterattacked.
It made sense. The weaker the Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators before them were, the greater the losses Ling Tian and the others could inflict when they launched their full counterattack. That would buy them much more time.
"Brother Ling, you really are something. You predicted the enemy's move correctly once again." Tan Tai Chang Feng let out a strange laugh. "This time, the Outer