Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!

"Have you ever considered why this person left ten Demonkin alive to deliver a message? Logically, it would have sufficed to leave just one survivor."

"Why?" Without playing coy, the Bei Mo spoke up quickly with his suspicions,

"This person intentionally injured the Demon Soldiers we dispatched, wounding but not killing them, apparently to tie down more of our hands! To drain our army's supply of Healing Pills."

"From the specific to the general, how malicious this person's heart is! I believe the Demon Marshal must not trust this person's provocative words, lest he falls into someone else's schemes."

Before he had finished speaking, the words of the Bei Mo received much approval from the attending Demonkin.

"General Bei, that's a brilliant insight!"

Upon hearing this, the Nether Tiger Demon Marshal couldn't help but nod secretly. The words of the Bei Mo indeed matched his undisclosed intentions—it was no wonder he was a rare strategist among the Demonkin. He immediately said,

"State Preceptor, continue speaking!"

"The Demon Marshal has spoken, how could I disobey!" Upon hearing the praise from the Nether Tiger Demon Marshal, Bei Mo's confidence surged, and today seemed a fitting day for him to shine.

"Demon Marshal, our previous tactics in battle were not mistaken."

"There's no need for a grand display. Secretly send Demonkin to infiltrate and seize control of their upper echelons, then the rest of the ordinary cultivators will be like fish on a chopping block, entirely manageable as if herding them for a slaughter."

"This time, Lord Ninth-Life Cat Eagle's failure was not due to battle, but merely poor fortune, not a fault in our strategy. Those humans who cooperated with us are even more so the sharp dagger poised to stab at the Human Race in the future—they won't have the choice but to obey us then."

"The Demonkin that went out all did so through the Transmission Formation. Now, the incoming Transmission Formation has been secretly destroyed by us, concealed by the Great Formation; no one can detect our tracks. Now, there's only one thing we need to do, and that is to wait!"

"Wait until they grow impatient, unable to hold out any longer, then our opportunity will come."

"Demon Marshal, it's not just our Mingsha Legion among the Demonkin teams that came to the Human Realm! Naturally, they will make some noise and attract the attention of the Human Realm masters."

"With the wisdom of you, esteemed ones, you should understand what Bei Mo means."

At this point, the Bei Mo suddenly revealed a sly smile, a look of 'those who know will understand.'

"Brilliant! The State Preceptor is truly a State Preceptor, indeed action is inferior to stillness, letting others bleed to establish merits for our Mingsha Legion—this cunning plan is simply too brilliant." A Demonkin, inspired upon hearing this, immediately slapped his thigh in approval.

Building on the grand strategy of Bei Mo, the Demons began to speak one after another, offering ideas and strategies, and soon a brand-new plan was freshly produced.

Looking at the elite strategies put forth by his subordinates, the Nether Tiger Demon Marshal's face also inadvertently revealed a pleased smile.

Drag, let's see who can outlast the other!

Just one more significant act, and the power of the Demon Pool could advance further, eroding the door of space completely, opening a new, stable portal leading to the Demon Realm.

"With all of you, it really is like a fish back in water."

"Come, Generals, let us drink to victory."

"Continue the music, continue the dance~"

Finally, seated high upon the black throne, the Nether Tiger Demon Marshal decisively spoke.

An unknown amount of time passed, amidst the clinking of cups, a black dragon boat blinked into view.

The bottom of the dragon boat slowly slid open, and twelve huge Golden Figures swiftly descended, the Hidden Assassin King, Golden Horn King, Fierce Tiger King, Saint Listening King, Sea-Calming King ... Universal King, Blue Prison King, arrayed from different directions, slowly converging towards a mountain range.

As they approached, a strong suppressive force suddenly emerged, sealing the space as tightly as if it were an iron barrel.

"State Preceptor, are you certain that the Demonkin are buried here?" Lian Caiyi, holding a golden compass and having tried various Secret Techniques still without discovery, couldn't help but express her doubts.

"My Secret Technique indeed confirms it as such, this group has hidden very deep, likely using some means to conceal themselves."

"But fear not, I have my ways. Fellow Taoist, just support me."

At that moment, Yi Chen paused slightly, he had initially left ten messengers to provide a margin for error, in case one unfortunate soul met with some mishap along the way.

Sensing the position of the underground strength marks, the twelve Golden Figures simultaneously looked up, only to see the Taoist slowly extending a hand!

A ball of seven-colored light suddenly emerged, beginning to whirl rapidly, expanding.

"What... what is this!" Lian Caiyi, feeling the fluctuations within the seven-colored light orb, couldn't help but reveal a curious emotion.

"Fellow Taoist, don't rush, let me rub it a bit longer~"

Time passed, and suddenly the sky broke with dawn, Venus had already disappeared, and the Taoist's roar echoed and spread across the mountain ridge.

"Nether Tiger, you've been surrounded by me, fuck your ancestors, will you surrender or not, give a straight answer!"

At that moment, Lian Caiyi, looking at the huge seven-colored light orb thousands of meters in diameter in the sky, couldn't help but open her mouth slightly, her face showing shock.

"What... what is this ghostly thing!"