"Why?" the Demon God asked Xuan Yuanjun. "To put us in our place and make us lose our fighting spirit?"
"No, I feel Jiang Hengdao doesn't disregard us as completely as he claims," Xuan Yuanjun said. "He probably lured us here this time to make one final confirmation."
"Confirm what?" Ji Xuanying asked with a frown. "Whether we can threaten him? Whether we might ruin his plans?"
"That's possible," Xuan Yuanjun replied.
"How could that be?" Fu Beiwang asked, somewhat puzzled. "If he really had such concerns, shouldn't he have reacted long ago? Especially at these formation sites-he hasn't taken any precautions at all. That shows he's still brimming with confidence."
"Yes, you're not wrong about that, either." Xuan Yuanjun nodded. "He believes we can't destroy his formations, but he must still have some uncertainty about whether he can activate them successfully. And we count as one of the uncertain factors. After all, the Ancient World has never seen so many people like us join forces against a single person. Jiang Hengdao must also find it hard to judge how much strength we can bring to bear."
"So he did this to confirm our strength again?" the Demon God asked.
"More or less. As I see it, what he really wanted to confirm was whether this formation could effectively suppress our internal power," Xuan Yuanjun explained. "Especially how severely that suppression could restrict our strength."
At Xuan Yuanjun's words, everyone's expression turned grim.
Recalling how the formation had suppressed them just now, they all felt frustrated.
Their internal power was clearly still there, yet they simply couldn't unleash it in full.
"Just now, I felt I could only use seventy to eighty percent of my internal power," Shentu Kuanglang said.
"It was much the same for me. Having strength but