Three hundred million li away, at the Peak of Azure Clouds.
Shen Yun stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the Sky Devil Mountain shrouded in layers of Nether Qi, where he could not see his own hand before his face. He nodded inwardly.
"Eternal Night Devil Venerable, Li Futuo, Ling Jiuxiao... With these three holding the fort, along with the advantage of terrain, they should be able to deal with that group of Demons for a few days."
"To prevent them from escaping, I also set up thirty-six layers of formations around the perimeter. With the strength of those Demon Emperors, that slight buffer should be enough to wipe them all out."
This time, he had truly gone all out, pouring every spiritual material he possessed into the formation. It could be said that he had staked everything on this one battle.
"To be safe, I should still consult Old Turtle."
Shen Yun's mind stirred. He immediately took out a Transmission Talisman, preparing to seek advice from that old senior.
A moment later, inside Fusheng Ferry.
Old Turtle had been dozing on a bluestone when his eyelids suddenly twitched. He raised a claw and opened the space he carried with him.
When he saw the Transmission Talisman bearing a special mark, his spirits immediately lifted, and he came fully awake.
"Why would my little friend contact me at a time like this? Might he have run into some trouble?"
Old Turtle widened his eyes and carefully read the contents of the message.
"If two or three Demon Emperors descended at the same time, who could calm the storm? What a bizarre question."
He was utterly confused, finding it inexplicable.
The Immortal and Underworld Realms had been separated for countless millions of years. Forget Demon Emperors—even