Gone?
That huge Mountain Protecting Grand Formation from just now—gone just like that?
They had roamed the Primordial Wilderness for so many years and could be considered worldly and well-informed. Such a tiny spectacle—
They truly had never seen anything like it...
The battle to attack the mountain had not even begun. Everyone on the other side had fled, the grand formation was gone, and the only Heavenly Court Water God who had shown himself had now vanished without a trace.
A younger Demon King asked rather foolishly:
"Du Xian Sect has already become an empty mountain. What are we supposed to fight now? Ram the mountain?"
"Do not fall for the Water God's scheme! He was clearly trying to drive a wedge between us and... that fellow Daoist. And now, he is putting on such an abnormal display because he wants to scare us away!
The Water God is full of tricks. We absolutely must not be fooled!"
"Du Xian Sect has several thousand disciples. How could they have retreated so easily?
Who leaked the news?"
"The opportunity slips away in an instant. What are we hesitating here for? Can the soul of Yaosheng Mountain rest in peace? Can the fury of our Demon Race be quelled?"
The few old demons in charge nearly started fighting among themselves over this.
Since Lesser Qiong Peak had too many formations, Li Changshou simply activated a cloud mirror in the pill-refining chamber, allowing Ling'e and Youqin Xuanya, who were playing chess, to see what was happening outside.
Then he casually summoned a palm fan and gently waved it...
"Senior Brother," Ling'e asked in mild surprise, pointing at the figures in the cloud mirror, "what kind of demons are these? They all look so frightening."
As the Chief Disciple of their generation, Youqin