Yun Chen

Immortal Martial City, top floor of the Hall of Military Exploits.

More than thirty figures stood scattered about. The unrestrained fluctuations of law around them made it clear that every person present was a mighty expert of the Heavenly Human Realm or above. Yan Mobei was among them.

The loft was solemn, the atmosphere somewhat tense.

"That fox demon from the day before yesterday should have already taken some of the information we let slip back to the Demon Race. Judging by the situation, the Demon Race will likely make a major move within the next couple of days."

Yue Xiuwen, clad in black armor, spoke first, breaking the silence.

Besides him, seven others in the hall wore black armor. They were the only eight Demon-Suppressing Marshals left in Chengtian Domain.

"The Demon Race has overwhelming numbers. I went out of the city to scout the day before yesterday. The demon beasts gathered outside already number no fewer than forty million, and large reinforcements are still on the way. I fear they may exceed a hundred million."

A beautiful young woman who looked to be around thirty took up the conversation, her expression troubled.

"Low-level demon beasts are nothing but minnows. However many come, they'll die all the same. What we don't know is how many shapeshifting demons are among them."

"The teleportation array connecting us to Vast Heaven Domain is active again. We should be able to call in some reinforcements and ease the pressure."

"As long as the Demon Emperor doesn't appear, Immortal Martial City is as secure as a fortress. Nothing will happen." A Daoist in green robes spoke with absolute confidence.

"Indeed. We still have the formation to rely on. We can hold out for a year or two without the slightest problem."

"That's hard to