Zhou Feng hid in the shadows and quietly observed the battle for a moment.
He quickly saw through the situation.
This siege would not produce a winner anytime soon.
The Qian Household had clearly prepared in advance. Layers upon layers of restrictions surrounded the treasury, and their reserves ran far deeper than outsiders had imagined.
The several forces currently besieging the treasury were nothing more than a heap of loose sand, each harboring their own schemes. None were willing to go all out, nor were they willing to cooperate with their companions.
With this crowd alone, there was no way they could swiftly tear through the treasury's defenses.
Zhou Feng's heart sank slightly.
This was extremely unfavorable for him.
His plan tonight had always been to fight swiftly and end swiftly.
The sooner he entered the treasury, took the resources, and withdrew, the lower the risk would be.
The longer the melee dragged on, the more likely the powerful figures behind Nine Void Mountain would find time to rush over in support.
By then, when experts from every side gathered, slipping silently into the treasury would become several times harder.
Besides that, another practical problem lay before him.
Back at the Black Market, he could use the waters of the Nether Sea to conceal all traces of his aura and body.
Now that he had left the Black Market, he had lost that natural cover.
The moment he rashly made a move, Qian Liu atop the city wall, along with every cultivator below besieging the treasury, would immediately lock onto him.
He had originally planned to seize a Corpse Remnant Gu while he was at the Black Market, using it to conceal his movements afterward.
But the earlier ambush to seize the Gu had been too hasty. Even after leaving