The Convergence

Yin Zhong truly didn't understand. He had no idea why they had failed. Just a moment ago, everyone had been riding high, seemingly on the verge of victory, about to wipe out all the Dream Star Sect followers. Then, in the next instant, they had been routed.

He still clearly remembered how countless green pillars of light had suddenly burst forth from somewhere in Yehuai City. They had pierced the Wén Realm experts on his side with pinpoint precision. The strikes came so fast and hit so hard that the high-ranking warriors hadn't even had time to react before suffering injuries of varying severity.

And then they had lost.

It made no sense at all.

Throughout it all, he hadn't seen the Jie Realm warriors on his side make a move. It was as though Yang Qingmu hadn't even noticed what was happening and hadn't intervened.

"Right." Yin Zhong thought back, as if remembering something, then said pensively:

"Xie Jun did make a guess about this. She said Yang Sifu and the others might have fallen into an enemy trap and wouldn't be able to break free anytime soon, giving the enemy's top warriors an opportunity to deal with us."

Still, though she had said that, Yin Zhong didn't believe it. What sort of person was Yang Qingmu? A top Jie Realm warrior. How could he be trapped so easily?

If that were possible, how could he command the colossal Jingye Division in Nanyan?

It seemed only those who had been there, and their opponents, knew the details—and the real reason they had lost. ...Of course, there was no point in dwelling on it now. What mattered most was planning their next move and ensuring their own safety.

Jiang Yan gave a slight nod and offered a suggestion:

"Since things