Strategizing in the Tent, Winning from a Thousand Miles Away

Eastern Sea Region, Danxia Island.

From the Qiongqi Patriarch's account, Shen Yun learned the whole sequence of events.

"Looks like all sorts of ox-ghosts and snake-spirits have started stirring up the winds and clouds again."

When events turned strange, there had to be a demon; when people turned strange, there had to be a knife.

He had long since grown used to this familiar rhythm, and several suspicious targets quickly flashed through his mind.

Just then, an urgent transmission suddenly rang out, breaking the silence in the hall.

"Reporting to the sect master, a heaven-shaking change has occurred. This subordinate has come with an urgent report!"

When everyone in the hall heard it, their heartstrings all tightened, and an ominous premonition quietly spread.

Shen Yun's expression remained as usual. He calmly replied, "Come in."

As soon as his words fell, Lin Baicao had already pushed the door open and entered, his steps hurried, his brows filled with gravity.

He had no time for pleasantries and got straight to the point. "Based on news from the outside world, someone witnessed flames soaring into the sky over Fusang Immortal Island, with baleful qi surging... it seems an extremely brutal battle broke out!"

Before his words had even faded, everyone in the hall had already changed color.

"The Golden Crow Clan met with disaster too?"

The Qiongqi Patriarch's tiger body shook, and the blood instantly drained from that rather vicious face. He collapsed into his chair, unable to stop himself from trembling.

That was one of the three supreme clans!

Even though Jin Haoyang had already fallen, their foundation and strength were still far beyond what ordinary divine beast races could compare to.

If they had escaped just one step slower back then...

The Qiongqi Patriarch did not dare think further. He only