"They're here!" Han Molong's voice suddenly rang out amid the quiet wait.
At the Eastern Division camp, everyone who had been urgently recovering raised their eyes. Sure enough, they saw a great swath of streaking lights rapidly closing in from ahead.
The eighteen Star Constellations of the Southern and Western Divisions advanced openly, making no attempt to conceal themselves.
In truth, there was nothing they could conceal. In such a situation and such an environment, no schemes or tricks had room to be employed. If they wanted to storm the Eastern Division camp, they could only rely on the true strength of their two divisions.
The cultivators of the two divisions halted three li from the Eastern Division camp's platform.
Ye Chaoqun and Duan Xiuchen stood side by side, gazing ahead with complicated expressions. The four Spirit Orbs that had been properly installed looked especially glaring at this moment. This was originally a situation that should have appeared at their two divisions' camps, yet now it had appeared in the east.
Even now, they did not know what method the Eastern Division had used to break their camp's defenses and then push away the installed Spirit Orbs.
They had wanted to ask, but they likely would not get an answer, so they simply let it go.
Ye Chaoqun let out a light breath. His divine sense surged, and his voice spread in all directions. "Fellow Daoists of the Eastern Division, we have learned our lesson this time! But this concerns the foundation of our realm for the next fifty years. Please forgive the Southern and Western Divisions for joining forces to attack. Do not say that we have won unfairly!"
Using such a lineup against the Eastern Division, which appeared to be the weakest, was indeed hard to justify. But