"Soul-Severing City? Nothing much has happened over there."
Hearing Shen Changchuan's question, Wei Yuting did not hide anything, recounting everything she knew about Soul-Severing City.
Just as Shen Changchuan had expected, the situation there had not spiraled toward anything worse. Otherwise, he would likely have been called out of seclusion long ago while cultivating in Wilderness City and ordered to withdraw from Southern Yue.
In fact, the situation had not worsened. Instead, it had improved dramatically.
At the beginning, because their master had been injured, the Demonic Path Alliance seized the opportunity to gather a great number of top-tier forces and lay siege to Soul-Severing City, seeking to drive the Tiannan Region's Righteous Alliance out completely.
Yet with Martial Uncle Ming Xuanyang's arrival, along with the help of Soul-Severing City's protective grand formation, the Tiannan Region's Righteous Alliance had stubbornly withstood the fiercest onslaught of the Demonic Path Alliance.
In truth, once they had passed that most perilous stage, the overall situation had essentially been decided.
Since the Demonic Path Alliance had been unable to breach Soul-Severing City at the outset, even if they continued their siege from the surrounding area, they would likely return empty-handed.
This was because the Demonic Path's naked law of the strong devouring the weak had left them with far fewer low- and mid-level cultivators than the Righteous Alliance.
As a result, they naturally lacked sufficient cannon fodder to wear down the city-defense formation's power.
The top-tier forces could not break the deadlock, and even their first wave—the one with the greatest momentum and most ferocious force—had failed to breach Soul-Severing City's protective grand formation.
Thus, the Demonic Path Alliance, already running out of steam, was almost certain to retreat.
That was also why
Martial Uncle Ming Xuanyang had been able to temporarily leave Soul-Severing