“Reporting to my lord: the ambush failed. They reacted in time. I sensed Dao-merging support under the water. Should we keep pursuing?”

A demon Anchor-Stone's voice suddenly rang out in Shen Yi's mind.

He had long expected this. Without much hesitation, he gave the order to withdraw.

When the Hall Masters didn't take a hand, the Myriad Demon Hall wasn't actually as strong as others imagined.

When it came down to it, weren't these Dao-merging great demon Anchor-Stones, with the Cold Mountain Ancestor at their head, the very demons the West Dragon Palace had driven off so easily before?

The reason they were working wonders now—

First, it all came down to surprise. Second, so many great demons had suddenly joined hands, every one of them unafraid to die, and the Myriad Demon Hall let them pass word to one another instantly. Under those conditions, any faction would find them a real headache.

But a trick like that only worked once. As soon as the other side caught on, they would only need to send a few Heaven Realm experts to lie in wait, and they would soon wipe out this whole crowd of Anchor-Stones.

The Nanhong seven sects had little support in the west right now. With Zixian out of favor, there were only two places—the Mountain-Moving Sect and the Ten Thousand Forms Pavilion. Shen Yi was not about to send this crowd of Anchor-Stones off to die. He was counting on them to serve as his eyes and ears.

“Whew.”

Shen Yi let out a soft breath. From this round of ambushes, he had gotten a glimpse of how solid the West Dragon Palace's foundations were.

Four White Jade Capital great demons in the lead, with twenty late–Return-to-Void demons as officers, made up one squad.

What did that mean?

Each squad was equal to every expert any one of the Nanhong seven sects could send out while still keeping the sect running!

Even with Dao-merging Anchor-Stones striking, killing a whole squad without letting word get out took two or three of them planning together.

And the West Dragon…