Li Changshou stood amid the ruins of the Crystal Palace, looking at the deep pit on the seafloor before him, utterly puzzled...
Why were they running?
What were they all running for?
Originally, with Ox-Head and Horse-Face acting as "guest performers," Li Changshou had thought he could play things more safely this time and need not make a move himself.
Stall, break through, escape—overall, the odds had been quite good.
But when the first plan had progressed smoothly halfway through, the Great Mage suddenly gave an order. As his prospective junior brother, he could only go along with it, change his approach, and display the traditional skills of a Human Teaching disciple, Heavenly Court Civil Official, and Lesser Mage of Xuandu.
At that point, the problem seemed to become how one person could properly deal with several thousand experts.
Yet the real problem was—
With a ninety-eight percent chance of fleeing at any moment, how could he casually let these thousands of experts, none of whom possessed Great Divine Abilities, know that they could not break his defenses?
The reason Li Changshou had so decisively changed scripts on the spot was chiefly because he had already prepared this backup plan beforehand and was fully confident before making his move.
Second, there were no experts here on the level of a Sage's disciple.
Primordial Chaos Fierce Beasts varied in strength. Wen Jing and Golden Cicada already counted among the more vicious ones; this batch of fierce beasts from the West Sea Dragon Palace was clearly weaker.
Furthermore, this group of Dragon Clan members had all had their minds controlled by the Western Teachings' spells.
Though each old dragon possessed formidable strength and represented the West Sea Dragon Palace's accumulation over countless years, there was no true ancient powerhouse like the West