After exchanging a few words with the other side through a special method, Yu Ci discovered that the communication was severely disrupted. He could only repeat and confirm a few key messages before hurriedly cutting the connection.
At this moment, the void tremors still showed no signs of subsiding. It was not as though no one had projected their senses with the intent of probing the mystery within, but the vast majority of these perceptions were disrupted and blocked by excessively chaotic void distortion phenomena.
Yu Ci considered himself to have attained a considerable mastery of void arts, yet on this matter he had no clear insights either. Recovering his wits, he saw that Duanmu Senqiu, Golden Cauldron True Man, Shang He, and the others were all staring at him, which reminded him that he was already the rightful leader—even if only a temporary one.
Yet his demands of the various cultivators were simple: "Go back to whatever you were supposed to be doing right now."
What else could the group do? Shang He loved hearing those words, though both Duanmu Senqiu and Golden Cauldron True Man harbored some misgivings. Regarding this, Yu Ci was entirely at ease.
The heavenly demons will make them understand.
The people before him were still somewhat excessively optimistic. It was true that they had previously defeated two teams of blade ants, but the thousands of heavenly demons in the surroundings had merely been unable to withstand the pressure of the sword formation and had scattered like stars for the moment. Once they collected their wits and gathered in swarms, anyone who still harbored thoughts of flying solo would find a dead end awaiting them.
To be frank, however, Yu Ci put forward this demand driven more by selfish motives:
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