Inside the Thirty-Fourth Post Station.
The wounded of the Demon Clan and Witch Clan sat on opposite sides.
After several successive clashes, both sides had grown much quieter.
Some cultivators with lighter injuries had even begun moving away from the entrance of their own accord.
Outside, the demon army stood on one side.
The Witch Clan's War Department stood on the other.
Anyone who walked out now.
Could immediately be dragged back into the slaughter.
With his stone axe on his back, Xingchuan stood outside the Boundary Stele and watched with a frown for a while before finally asking the question weighing on both sides.
Xingchuan said, "Fellow Daoist Mysterious Abyss, since the Three Lives Post Station permits people to seek refuge, surely there must be a time limit? If the Demon Clan hides inside for tens of thousands of cosmic cycles, is the Witch Clan supposed to keep waiting?"
Five hundred li away.
A commander in the demon army also mustered the courage to speak.
The demon general said, "The Demon Court would also like to know. If the Witch Clan ducks into the Three Lives Post Station after every battle from now on, won't this place become their barracks?"
As his words fell.
Many people inside the post station raised their heads.
This was a practical concern.
If the Three Lives Post Station sheltered everyone who entered forever, both witches and demons could use it as a safe retreat from then on.
Fight a battle.
Find themselves outmatched.
Hide inside.
Then go out again once their injuries healed.
That would instead drag the Three Lives Post Station into the great tribulation.
Lan Shuang looked at Mysterious Abyss.
Deep within Guixu.
Lu Chen was considering the same thing.
His original reason for opening the Three Lives Post Station had