Setting aside Ling Tian and the others for now, let us rewind to when Chi Xue and the Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators had just fled their previous base.
More than two thousand people had been killed earlier. Although most of them had been Outer Realm Demon Race cultivators, such losses still weighed heavily on Chi Xue and the others. They had believed that with a base of their own, along with support such as Universe Flying Saucers, even if the base were breached, losing dozens or nearly a hundred people would be the worst they could expect. How could they have imagined so many would perish? This had also left the cultivators in their alliance in a state of panic, and quite a few were even thinking of leaving.
"Damn it, damn it! It's all because of Ling Tian and the others. If it weren't for them, our base wouldn't have been breached. Even if it had been, we wouldn't have lost so many people." Shi Ye grumbled furiously, barely stopping himself from cursing Ling Tian and the others outright.
"I never expected Ling Tian to suddenly teleport into our ranks. More importantly, our people couldn't even stop him." Chi Xue spoke in a grave voice. His expression grew even more solemn as he continued. "Ling Tian is considerably stronger than we imagined, especially when he uses that secret art to restrict the cultivators around him. I never thought it would be so effective—far stronger, in fact, than our God-Devouring Demon Domain."
Though they were reluctant to admit it, everyone knew Chi Xue was right. Their expressions grew even more somber, especially when they considered that even if they used their bases again, they would suffer heavy casualties. That was the last thing they wanted.
"Fellow Daoist Chi Ling,