"Already making new moves? How long has it even been? They're already deploying outpost forces."
A trace of doubt stirred in Yang Lingshu's heart, and he immediately reined in his aura, quietly approaching one of the Demonic cultivator outpost forces.
Using the Water-Wood Heart Method to slightly sense the aura of this group of cultivators, a dazed feeling washed over him.
"These are new reinforcements from Demon Soil!"
The aura of Demon Soil on these cultivators was extremely dense, and there were not the slightest traces of injuries left from spell combat; clearly, they were not the batch that had been fighting the Northwest cultivators previously.
Since such newly formed regular forces had arrived at the front lines, it meant that certain new Demon Children must have also arrived in the Northwest.
This was extremely urgent and vital intelligence, one that concerned the future trajectory of the war.
For if this brand-new combat force joined the battlefield, the reorganization speed of the Demonic Path side would far exceed the Northwest side's estimates.
In less than two days, perhaps half a day, or even a mere two or three hours, they might press forward with a massive army once more.
Therefore, upon discovering this situation, Yang Lingshu urged the black-light early-warning signal on the Demon-Expelling Magic Plate at the very first moment and decided to set off back to the main camp immediately, bringing the detailed intelligence back.
Yet just as he prepared to turn and leave, his gaze swept inadvertently across the ground beneath him, and his entire body froze in place as if time had stopped.
The starlight and moonlight of the night sky had long been completely obscured by demonic clouds, but beneath him at this moment, a shadow had very bizarrely appeared.
This shadow seemed to possess