Watching Bai Di's figure recede, Wu Chang felt a brief urge to stop him, but in the end, he made no move to keep him there.
After thinking it over, he realized he could find no effective way to break the deadlock the Demonic Dao now faced in the Northwest.
The Northwest was too far away, and this spatial passage allowed travel in only one direction.
With no way back, he would never go to the Northwest himself, nor could he send Bai Di there.
As a Divine Dao cultivator who had survived since the era of the Ancient God Path, Wu Chang had retained not only his old arrogance but also every bit of his extreme caution.
He was accustomed to keeping everything firmly under his control. Even after more than a hundred years, he remained wary of Bai Di and had never relaxed his watch over him.
He hated uncertainty and disliked taking risks. In all he did, he followed the principle of planning before acting.
Only when his plans were thorough, his preparations complete, his chances of success high, and his contingencies in place would he choose to act.
That was why, after choosing Bai Di as his representative within the Demonic Dao, he had patiently accompanied him as he grew and amassed strength. Only after spending more than a century preparing the Demonic Dao's counteroffensive did he formally set it in motion.
But that caution also meant that once his plans, preparations, confidence, and contingencies all failed, he would inevitably fall into confusion and panic.
The Demonic Dao cultivators' surprise attack on the Northwest through the spatial passage was one such case.
To Wu Chang, sacrificing the Azure Flame Demon Venerable to perform Spatial Folding had been a lethal move Chen Yang could never have foreseen—a