A Red Mansion, Dividing the Battlefield

After a group of extremely radical demon cultivators settled on an assassination plan, they returned to make their preparations.

This time, they would rely on their own strength to destroy this vast dark web in one fell swoop!

No Thought had just returned to the Kill Battalion when he ran into Yellow Wind.

Guilty as he was, he felt uneasy whenever he saw Yellow Wind now.

Once the matter got out, disgrace and ruin would surely await him.

"Big Brother, were you out handling business? The brothers are all here."

Yellow Wind approached No Thought with a bright smile, though he was equally uneasy inside.

After sending out the message, he had already received a reply.

The contents of that reply made his eyelids twitch.

He was to cooperate with the human cultivators from within and without during this operation.

He was to cause problems with the formation's operation.

Then he would be responsible for escaping with severe injuries, while No Thought would die in the operation.

Afterward, he would take over as commander of the Kill Battalion.

"Everyone's here? Which old monster of the Fusion Realm came this time?"

"The ancestor of the Spinning Turtle Clan."

"He really is a safe choice. His offensive power may not be among the strongest of the Fusion Realm old monsters, but his defense is unmatched. With him presiding over the formation, not even three Fusion Realm cultivators could break it."

Each harbored his own schemes as they exchanged remarks.

The faintly anxious atmosphere left both of them feeling stifled and uncomfortable.

After meeting the ancestor of the Spinning Turtle Clan and the other Nascent Soul-stage demon cultivators sent to participate in this operation, No Thought walked up to the ancestor of the Spinning Turtle Clan and said respectfully, "This operation will trouble