The Demon Race had special means of communication that allowed them to ascertain the condition of each third-tier Demon Beast tribe.
Thus, even if no fish slipped through the net, the upheaval in Shattered Gold City could not remain hidden for long.
Not only did the Golden Core Cultivators have to leave, but the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment Cultivators also had to withdraw immediately.
Once the Blood Bat Clan's chief was dealt with, the remaining low-tier Blood Bats were swiftly killed or driven away by the rebel cultivators, scattering like startled birds in a forest.
Although the rebel cultivators wanted to wipe them out to the last, time was pressing, and they could no longer afford to waste it.
Boom, boom, boom!
After the Blood Bat chief died, the roar of magical combat rising and falling throughout Shattered Gold City soon began to fade.
Under the Zhang Household's arrangements, all surviving cultivators began withdrawing from the city in an orderly fashion.
As for the mortals, they moved far too slowly. All anyone could do was restore their freedom and let them flee for their lives.
They would have to pray for their own good fortune.
"Has everything been arranged?"
Liu Yu's gaze swept over the cultivators urgently evacuating people from the ruined city. He withdrew his gaze and asked Zhang Tao, who was approaching.
The Zhang Household had spent a very long time preparing for this uprising.
Clearly, plans had long been in place for everything. Each step proceeded in orderly fashion, without the chaos one might have imagined.
"Everything has been arranged."
Watching the cultivators and mortals move away from the city, Zhang Tao unconsciously stroked his beard, his expression grave.
The four stood in midair, quietly looking down at the people below. Some were excited, others frightened,