Ming Xuanyang left.
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He left in a hurry.
This left Shen Changchuan with no chance to ask about the specific situation over at Soul-Severing City.
It truly was rather helpless.
"But with two of the Seven Sons of the Immortal Sect stationed in Soul-Severing City, there shouldn't be any problems over there, right?"
"At the Ninth Level Peak of the Spirit Wandering Realm, our side should hold the upper hand."
"Although we are at an almost absolute disadvantage in the lower and middle ranks, with the city-defense grand formation in place, holding the city shouldn't be a problem."
With that thought, Shen Changchuan felt somewhat reassured.
So long as they were not like Wilderness City, where enemies within and without worked in concert to break the city-defense grand formation.
Then the lower- and middle-ranking cultivators would basically be safe.
With the grand formation, they could probably hold out for years without issue.
And perhaps once Master's injuries recovered, the combined strength of Uncle-Master Ming Xuanyang and Master, two of the Seven Sons of the Immortal Sect, would be enough to break the demonic path's siege around Soul-Severing City.
The siege might be solvable.
But what came afterward would likely be troublesome.
After all, Southern Yue was simply too vast, sparsely populated, with all kinds of cultivation cities and towns scattered across the four directions, far apart from one another.
Yet after the Nether Sect entered the fray, the Righteous Alliance of the Tiannan Region Cultivation World was at an absolute disadvantage in both the number and quality of Spirit Wandering Realm cultivators.
To spread out and station guards in the wilderness would be practically