Yu Ci's party totaled six people. On Zhai Que'er's side, Dragon Scar attended close by, while Black Robe remained behind in the cavern to supervise. As for Yu Ci's side, Gui Yan followed closely at hand, and counting Ye Chi and the self-invited Duanmu Senqiu, there were three Longevity True Men and three Void-Stepping powerhouses. Their strength could be called quite formidable.
Ahead of them were Lei Tonghao and two unfamiliar Rogue Cultivator True Men. At a slightly further position were the cultivators of the Dongyang Orthodox Sect. Looking mighty and imposing, there were a full fourteen or fifteen of them, but their levels were quite spread out, including quite a few core formation cultivators. However, given their sectarian background, as long as they had methods and formations, they could naturally display powerful effects.
These people were roughly the figures qualified to attend the gathering. Even if there were a few making up the numbers, treating them as servants or the like would do.
Under the Rain Demon Cloud, the heavy rain poured, and within the clouds was an inky darkness. The surging cloud currents rushing toward them also carried a bone-chilling cold, and occasionally, piercing demonic sounds could be heard. Yet amidst the howling high-altitude air currents, this tiny bit of clamor was completely negligible.
Such quiet within the cloud Qi did not cause Yu Ci to produce any illusions like it's nothing much, because he knew the reason for this was mainly that the thousands of heavenly demons gathered within the clouds sensed a powerful force far exceeding their level and retreated en masse.
The vast majority of entities in the Rain Demon Cloud were formless thoughts and Gathering Yin Sha, two grades of fiends. When thousands gathered together, they might still count as a threat, but shortly