"If Windward City is Myriad Demon Child's target, then we still have a decent chance of surviving."
"If Windward City is the Evil Hall's target, then every one of us will be buried here."
"And now that Windward City has been shrouded by a grand formation, it is a formation unique to the Evil Hall, called the Nether-Severing Soul-Breaking Formation. It can cut off all Voice-Transmission Talismans, mental transmissions, teleportation talismans, flying swords, and other means of travel and communication."
"At this point, Windward City has effectively become an isolated city. Whatever happens here, the outside world will have no way of knowing unless they break the formation from outside."
"Hm?"
Fat Dragon spoke with a strange expression. "Do these evil cultivators call themselves evil cultivators too? I thought 'evil cultivator' was a somewhat derogatory term."
"That is how we see it, but they like the term themselves. The same goes for devil cultivators."
Chen Qiu stood atop the city wall, looking down at the demon beasts roaring one after another below. For the moment, these demon beasts did not seem intent on attacking. They merely surrounded Windward City and kept howling, as though waiting for something.
"Where's the city lord?"
He swept his gaze around but did not spot Windward City's lord. Logically speaking, with Windward City suffering such a disaster, the city lord should have stepped forward at once. Even if he did not lead the attack himself, he should at least have shown himself to steady the troops.
Just like that, two hours quickly passed.
During those two hours, the demon beasts below did not attack, nor did the soldiers on the walls take the initiative. Both sides seemed to be waiting. Windward City was waiting for reinforcements, but what was that evil cultivator hiding among the