The Wild Forest covered a vast area. Chang Yishan and his junior fellow disciple did not rest for a moment, yet it took them nearly four hours to reach its outer reaches.
From the moment they parted with Gu Wuwei, they knew their master's journey was likely to end in disaster. So much time had passed without him catching up from behind. In all likelihood, he had already fallen to that demonic cultivator.
At their current pace, if they continued on foot, it would take at least half a month to reach Donglai Sect territory.
Judging by what they had seen earlier, with people "falling from the sky," never mind half a month—before another half day passed, many new demons would likely rise from that heap of corpses.
By the time they carried word of the Wild Forest to the outside world, then waited for Donglai Sect and the surrounding powers to respond and make their deployments, they would have missed the best chance to intercept the demonic cultivators crossing into their territory.
That much time would be enough for those demonic cultivators to recover some of their strength and make their next move.
If things continued this way, the Northwest's righteous powers would belatedly discover that the Demonic Dao had crossed the border.
They would send people to investigate, only to find that the demonic cultivators had already gained a foothold and turned the Wild Forest into a formidable stronghold. A considerable number of demons would have slipped away into other parts of the Northwest to wreak havoc.
By then, suppressing this wave of the Demonic Calamity in a short time would be impossible.
Once this vanguard of the Demonic Dao had bought enough time and the teleportation passage grew more stable, greater demons—more numerous and more powerful—would descend