Long Ji and Youmeng struck again, assassinating more than a dozen people like phantoms before the Ox Demon and the rogue cultivators finally woke as though from a dream and realized something was wrong.
Without anyone noticing, members of every faction had vanished into thin air, and all contact with them had been lost.
When the Ox Demon finally encountered the nearly hundred rogue cultivators led by Wang Di, along with the other factions' parties, they became convinced that the others were responsible.
For a time, the tension stretched to its limit, like an arrow on a drawn bowstring, ready to fly at the slightest touch. Still, everyone exercised restraint, and no fighting broke out.
The palace was a colossal behemoth. They had been plundering it room by room, yet had not even finished half of it.
Starting a fight rashly now would cost them far more than they could gain.
Thus, they all summoned their people and gathered together. With strength in numbers, even someone attempting an ambush would find it difficult to succeed.
This turn of events left Long Ji somewhat at a loss.
After all, their enemies now had numbers on their side and were gathered together.
If the two of them rashly launched an ambush and failed to kill their target in one blow and escape immediately, they would inevitably be attacked from all sides.
There were quite a few formidable cultivators among their opponents. Once caught within those layers of encirclement, they would be like cornered beasts, easily worn down until they died.
After all, Youmeng could no longer fight a hundred opponents alone. If they were trapped and their enemies concentrated all their attacks on Long Ji, wouldn't both of them be doomed beyond redemption?!
Left with no choice, Long Ji could only