Lan Jingqi tilted his head up at the sky canopy covered in dark-red formation patterns, his brows drawn tight.
He had harbored doubts from the very beginning. Attacking the other spirit peaks could still be explained as the Demonic Path trying to weaken the Profound Heaven Sect's foundations. But what was the point of attacking Profound Heaven Street?
Now, combined with the reactions of the cultivators from the various sects who had previously stood by and watched, he gradually found the answer—this was a scheme to divert disaster onto others.
If attacking other places was meant to genuinely weaken the Profound Heaven Sect, then the assault on Profound Heaven Street was a contingency left in reserve should the attack fail.
Gathered here were the younger generation of disciples from every sect and school. It was still difficult to judge the strength of the forces elsewhere, but as for how difficult this place would be to seize, as long as they were willing to invest enough, it was undoubtedly the easiest target to take.
Once these younger disciples suffered casualties within the Profound Heaven Sect's territory, the sect would inevitably face the condemnation of thousands.
With Profound Heaven Street's combat strength, no matter how many Golden Core and Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivators they sent, it would be a wasted effort.
After all, as allied sects, even if they were unwilling to get dragged into the conflict, they would never stand by and watch Profound Heaven Sect disciples die before their eyes. When the critical moment came, they could not possibly keep themselves untainted. That was precisely the foundation upon which the sects could cooperate.
Precisely because of this, it seemed even stranger—these Demonic Cultivators clearly knew reinforcements could arrive at any moment, and that the longer they delayed, the more disadvantageous