Seeing so many Devil Generals gathered together, even an idiot would know something was wrong.
During these days with Cloud Immortal Elder, Zhang Tie had learned a great deal of information and knowledge about the Devil Race within the Mountain Ruins. Unlike the situation below the Mountain Ruins, within the Mountain Ruins, the areas truly under the control of the human and devil races were both very limited. If the Mountain Ruins were compared to a vast sea, then the human and devil races each occupied only a few little islands upon that sea. Those islands were the secret realms scattered throughout the Mountain Ruins, and these secret realms had become the strongholds of the two races.
What Cloud Immortal Elder had told Zhang Tie was that within the Mountain Ruins, so long as one did not deliberately approach the Devil Race's several secret-realm strongholds, it was generally very rare to encounter a large number of Devil Generals at once outside those strongholds.
Hundred Nether Mountain, where the two had set their trap, and this stretch of airspace Zhang Tie had been searching were both far from the strongholds of the Devil Race and the human race. They belonged to the "desolate zones" of the Mountain Ruins. In places like these, they were, to a certain extent, "relatively safe"; it was practically impossible to encounter the Devil Race's "main force"...
Cloud Immortal Elder's experience in the Mountain Ruins had been useful, but at this moment, that experience had been overturned—Zhang Tie saw with his own eyes that, in the very place where Cloud Immortal Elder had thumped his chest a few days ago and declared it impossible to encounter a large force of Devil Generals, more and more Devil Generals were beginning to appear, gather, and fly toward the same