113: Chapter 113 Strategy

Black Feather, along with hundreds of First-Stage crows, perched on the stone pillars. They formed a dark, dense mass, resembling a silent storm cloud in the twilight.

Bai Chi, Heida, Heier, and Heisan crouched on the stone pillars behind Wu Li, their wings folded, their gazes sharp as lightning.

Inside the Stone Forest.

The Rift-Wind Wolf King crouched on a rock, his dark green eyes sweeping over the subordinates he had brought, then glancing at the deer demons brought by the Azure-Horned Deer King, before finally settling on Wu Li. His voice was hoarse and low.

"Brother, most of our people are here now. When do we make our move?"

At this moment, the Azure-Horned Deer King's gaze also fell upon Wu Li.

Wu Li crouched on a bluestone, his blood-red pupils sweeping over the four great kings and their subordinates. He remained silent for a moment, then spoke in a hoarse, indifferent voice: "No rush."

"Wait until my subordinate brings the information back."

The three great kings nodded.

Outside the Stone Forest, it became quiet, save for the wailing sound of the night wind blowing through the stone pillars and the occasional caw of a crow in the distance.

Very soon.

The Gray Rat Spirit emerged from a crevice in the rocks, its brownish-gray fur covered in dirt. Its small eyes darted around as it trotted all the way to Wu Li and bowed.

"Greetings, Old Ancestor."

It then bowed to the four great kings in turn, its voice sharp and hurried: "Greetings, great kings."

Wu Li crouched on the bluestone, his blood-red pupils watching the Gray Rat Spirit.

"Speak."

The Gray Rat Spirit cleared its throat, a hint of excitement flashing in its small eyes.

"Great King, this small one has found out everything."

"The people from the Xuanyi Sect have already arrived at the Mass Grave and set up camp. There are over a hundred of them, including several Foundation Establishment Cultivators. They are very aggressive."

"But it seems they have had a falling out with the other major Sects. The Heavenly Sword Sect, Qingyun Sect, and Luoxia Sect are not with them."

"Even the people from the Longcheng City Lords Mansion and those from Shanhe Prefecture City are not getting involved with the Xuanyi Sect."

A sharp light flashed in Wu Li's blood-red pupils, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly, revealing a knowing smile.

He turned his head to look at the four great kings, his voice hoarse and indifferent: "Everyone, I have an idea."

The Rift-Wind Wolf King crouched on a rock, his dark green eyes fixed on Wu Li. "Let's hear it."

Wu Li put away his smile.

"As my subordinate just said, the Xuanyi Sect has had a falling out with the other major Sects."

"If, in the upcoming battle, we intentionally avoid the people from the Xuanyi Sect, or even deliberately hold back and refrain from attacking them, what do you think will happen when we retreat afterwards? Won't those major Sects start to suspect each other?"

The Rift-Wind Wolf King's dark green eyes suddenly brightened, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a sinister smile.

The Azure-Horned Deer King also curled the corners of his mouth slightly and nodded.

The Iron-Backed Bear King patted his belly and chuckled.

"What a great strategy."

"After it's all over, this move will definitely make those humans fight like dogs, and we can reap the benefits."

The Iron-Backed Bear King patted his belly and said in a simple, honest voice: "Brother, I really admire your brain."

Wu Li crouched on the bluestone, his blood-red pupils landing on the Gray Rat Spirit. His voice was hoarse and indifferent: "Besides the Xuanyi Sect, where are the other Sects now?"

The Gray Rat Spirit quickly responded, its small eyes darting around.

"Reporting to the Great King, the people from the Heavenly Sword Sect, Qingyun Sect, and Luoxia Sect are currently on their way."

"This small one estimates that it will take at least half an hour for them to arrive."

Wu Li nodded, a sharp light flashing in his blood-red pupils. He turned to the other great kings, his voice hoarse and indifferent: "To make this play more realistic, let's make our move now, bypass the Mass Grave, and ambush the team behind the Xuanyi Sect."

"Remember, do not get bogged down in a prolonged fight. Hit and run."

The Rift-Wind Wolf King's dark green eyes suddenly brightened. He stood up, dusted himself off, and said in a gruff voice: "Good! It's time to let those humans know whose territory this Taiyue Mountain is."

...

Meanwhile.

Behind the Mass Grave, on the official road leading to Long City.

The people from the Heavenly Sword Sect, Qingyun Sect, and Luoxia Sect were traveling together. The group of over a hundred people was imposing, their various dharma robes shimmering with a faint luster under the moonlight.

Ding Yuan walked in the front, Li Tai walked in the middle, followed by two Middle Stage Foundation Establishment Elders and over twenty Disciples. Granny Bixia walked at the back, followed by three Early Stage Foundation Establishment female cultivators and over twenty Disciples.

The three Sects were traveling together.

Ding Yuan walked at the very front, his voice cold and hard as iron as he said to Li Tai and Granny Bixia beside him: "The Xuanyi Sect has gone too far this time."

"Relying on their numbers and the xuantian mirror, they don't take us seriously. Once the Secret Realm is broken, let's see how they clean up this mess."

Li Tai stroked his beard, his triangular eyes narrowing into slits, a cold sneer hanging on the corners of his mouth: "Clean up? They never intended to clean up."

"That old thing, Inner Sect Elder Han Song, clearly wants to hog everything for himself."

Granny Bixia twirled her prayer beads, a sharp glint flashing in her cloudy old eyes. Her voice was flat: "Hogging everything? That depends on whether his teeth are hard enough."

Before she could finish speaking.

A cold wind blew from the direction of Taiyue Mountain, carrying a heavy Demonic Qi.

Ding Yuan stopped abruptly, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword, his gaze sharp as a knife. His voice was cold and hard as iron: "Something is wrong! There is Demonic Qi!"

Almost at the same instant, the dark clouds in the sky suddenly parted, revealing a jet-black-purple crow under the moonlight.

Wu Li hovered in mid-air, his blood-red pupils looking down at the crowd below. He flapped his right wing violently, and his Demon Power transformed into countless jet-black flying blades, pouring down like a rainstorm!

"Enemy attack!!!"

Ding Yuan drew his sword, the sword light flashing like a streak of silk, shattering the flying blades heading towards him.

Li Tai formed hand seals with both hands, and a cyan Spiritual Qi shield condensed above his head, blocking the flying blades.

Granny Bixia twirled her prayer beads, and a golden light shot out from them, shattering the flying blades heading towards the Disciples.

But those Qi Refining Disciples were not so lucky. The moment the flying blades fell, screams rose one after another. Seven or eight Disciples were struck by the flying blades, blood splattered, and they fell to the ground.

"Disperse! Find cover!"

Ding Yuan shouted sternly.

Before his voice had even faded, a rapid sound of something cutting through the air came from the left flank.

The Rift-Wind Wolf King crouched on a boulder on the left flank, his dark green eyes fixed on the crowd. He swiped his right claw, and five wind blades shot out from his claw tips, carrying Demonic Qi, whistling as they slashed towards the crowd.

"The Yao Race is here!"

"Boom!"

A Heavenly Sword Sect Disciple couldn't dodge in time and was cut in half at the waist by the wind blade. Blood gushed out, his upper body flew far away, while his lower body remained standing on the spot, his intestines spilling all over the ground.

Two Disciples nearby were splattered with blood on their faces. Before they could react, another wind blade swept past, two heads flew up, and the bodies fell heavily to the ground.

"Hahaha."

"Human Race scum, die!"

The Wolf King went all out.

On the right flank, the Azure-Horned Deer King stood on a withered tree, a cold light flashing from his antlers. A cyan beam of light shot out from the tips of his antlers, heading straight for the center of the crowd.

A Qingyun Sect Disciple was struck in the chest by the beam of light, his entire chest was pierced through, wisps of smoke rose from the charred wound, and his body fell backward.