As Lin Wuyou spoke, the crowd, whose emotions had only just settled, fell into panic once again.
The Demon Shadow Palace had lost its top experts one after another and now faced the Great Zhao Dynasty's hostility. Each piece of news Lin Wuyou brought was more frightening than the last.
For a time, the cultivators present whispered among themselves, uncertainty creeping into their expressions and gazes.
Compared with other sects, the Demon Shadow Palace was certainly not weak overall. After all, it was a gathering of evil cultivators who fought their enemies without scruples or restraint, naturally giving them greater combat strength.
But... when it came to unity, it fell far short of the other major sects.
Even the golden pill cultivators at the front now had wavering gazes and thoughts of leaving.
The Hunchbacked Cultivator leading them, however, also looked hesitant upon hearing Lin Wuyou's words. He quickly exchanged glances with several companions beside him and began communicating through secret voice transmissions.
"He can barely protect himself? Who knows whether this Lin Wuyou is telling the truth?"
"Judging by his appearance, he doesn't seem to be lying. With the Demon Shadow Palace in its current state, he could easily secure the position of sect master if he wished. Why would he give it up unless the situation truly had spiraled beyond control?"
"Alas! The Demon Shadow Palace has considerable foundations. Are we really going to... disband just like that?"
"Not necessarily! Perhaps... things haven't reached their worst yet?"
"Oh? What insight do you have, Brother Yu?"
As they spoke, the Hunchbacked Cultivator swiftly glanced at Lin Wuyou out of the corner of his eye, a cold gleam flashing in his gaze.
Then he continued transmitting to his companions, "Lin Wuyou is so severely wounded that keeping him around is