Lu Ren emerged from Eight Divisions Pagoda Mountain and settled in to wait.
Taking the entire Sixth Camp away with them now would be just as dangerous.
On the Battlefield of Dimensions, cultivators from the various Great Worlds regularly sent small teams to patrol, train, and gather intelligence. With so many people, they would be easy to spot.
"We can only wait until Nethernight Imperial Daughter finishes refining the Calamity Battle Soul Pills!"
Lu Ren told himself.
A month passed!
Mu Hanxue flew over. "Lu Ren, we've set up formations all around the mountain range. Even if they attack, we should be able to hold out for a while!"
"Mm. Be ready to fight at any moment!"
Lu Ren said.
"Mm!"
Mu Hanxue nodded, his expression grave.
Those Demon Path Cultivators would never let the matter rest. All they could do was buy time.
They waited another three months, but the Demon Path Cultivators did not attack again.
Lu Ren did not let down his guard for a moment.
Danger lurked everywhere on the Battlefield of Dimensions. They might encounter not only Demon Path Cultivators, but Demonic Path Cultivators, Ghost Path Cultivators, Yin Realm cultivators, or even Buddhist Dao cultivators.
"Lord Demon Emperor Tu, they really haven't left. They're still here!"
"With that many people, they'd be even easier to spot if they went out!"
Voices suddenly rang out above the mountain range. Every immortal soldier snapped to attention.
Lu Ren frowned and shot into the sky. Nineteen figures hovered overhead, each radiating a terrifying demonic aura.
The man at their head stood as imposing as a mountain. His face was stern, his pointed ears golden, and his deep, commanding eyes a fiery gold. Black bone armor covered him, and the demonic aura pouring from his body was more terrifying