The Demon Saint's Transformation

Li Yunbing truly had no time to chat with Zishu Feng.

The battle had just ended. Gu An's immortal boat fleet of two hundred thousand had launched a five-day forced march, nearly blotting out the sky and sun, making no effort to conceal themselves. Anyone with eyes could see what they intended. It was nothing more than an open scheme—the vast fleet was merely bait. In an instant, Li Yunbing had already calculated hundreds upon thousands of possibilities.

"They wanted to force us of the Southern Border to choose between the Eternal City Wall and Azure Cloud Prefecture. They simply didn't expect those two hundred thousand aboard the immortal boats to vanish like stones sinking into the sea."

Li Yunbing pondered, "They want us to pull cultivators from Azure Cloud Prefecture, which means immortals will descend upon Azure Cloud Prefecture. But what gives Spirit Lord the confidence to take Azure Cloud Prefecture? Is the price of so many Retainers' lives truly worth paying? Or perhaps Spirit Lord never cared about Gu An's life or the lives of these Retainers at all."

Even after winning this minor victory, Li Yunbing felt no joy.

After becoming a devil, he had used Evil Thought to continually erode everything beneath the Blood Moon. With a single thought, the more than one hundred people under his control beneath the Blood Moon would reveal everything to him without reservation.

This was also the unique ability of the "Cloud Dao." In its original form, this Dao sensed the cloud qi of heaven and earth. By turning himself into the clouds and mist of the world, he could become as illusory and elusive as a cloud; he could also turn clouds into fog, shrouding an entire prefecture in mist in an instant. The wondrous applications of Dao arts