I saved the entire sect by playing idly by letting things fall apart.

In the following two weeks, the demons and monsters discovered a strange thing: the human cultivators who had been holding out so tightly suddenly and miraculously disappeared. At first, they were worried that it was a trap, so they sent several demon soldiers to investigate.

And as it turns out, it was indeed a scam.

All the demon soldiers who went to scout were ambushed by the formation on the ground. They were killed one by one. After the last few were all killed, the young demon lord became impatient and ordered two squads of demon soldiers to rush up and act as meat shields. He did not believe that these cultivators could turn the world upside down.

With the sacrifice of the demon soldiers, they successfully entered the small city they had been trying to conquer. Driven by their demonic nature, after successfully taking over the city they had been unable to conquer, they all went mad and began to wreak havoc inside the city.

This was originally just a routine procedure, but just as their destruction was becoming increasingly frenzied, they were ambushed by various magical artifacts buried underground.

Grass.

Ye Qiao developed several different bombs with varying powers and sizes, eventually leading to the creation of what's known as the "landmine" version in the cultivation world, much to the amazement of the weapon cultivators.

Her exact words were that she buried it underneath and saw which lucky people would step on it.

The young demon lord was one of the lucky ones. A landmine with an explosion comparable to a blow from a Golden Core cultivator blasted him, leaving him covered in soot and dust. It took him a long time to recover before he shakily got to his feet, his handsome face contorted in rage: "Who was it?!"

Who exactly changed the fighting style of these cultivators?

What happened to our plan to confront each other head-on?!

The magical artifacts that kept popping up on the ground successfully tore apart the originally jubilant demons. The land was no longer safe, so the young demon lord prepared to move forward in mid-air.

The enemy seemed to have anticipated this as well. Not only were there sword cultivators guarding the area in mid-air, delivering several sword gusts, but dozens of cultivators skilled in spirit arrows also aimed in their direction, firing and running away. Some were so accurate that they even hit the bullseye with a single arrow, causing all the demons in the front row to convulse and fall to the ground.

The key is that they are all organized and disciplined groups; they fight and run away without looking back, without any regrets.

The remaining cultivator was too slow to escape, and before the young demon lord could even viciously prepare to strangle him to vent his anger, a teleportation array lit up beneath the cultivator's feet, and he vanished before his eyes.

There was even a pre-arranged formation to provide support.

Fuck you!

When did these cultivators, who pride themselves on being the beacon of righteousness, become so sinister?!

This underhanded fighting style was not only disgusting, but it also cost him a lot of his men. The young demon lord's face was gloomy. After taking the second city, he felt no joy at all, and even felt like he was going to vomit blood.

He was cautious and nervous, preparing for a bloody battle, but the group of cultivators actually abandoned all their defenses.

What the hell are we playing?

Are we trying to mess with their mentality?

The strategist in charge of devising plans looked at the dwindling number of demonic cultivators in the ranks, his face also darkening. Had they changed their strategy? No, these cultivators were all brawn and no brains; they generally never made any strategic changes.

What exactly went wrong?

The strategist muttered to himself, "Something's not right. Where did they get so many talisman cultivators?"

He also sensed something strange. He had never seen this kind of fighting style before. Had the Five Sects suddenly started to pay attention to strategy?

Sword cultivators are fine; the cultivation world has no shortage of sword cultivators. So how come there are so many elusive talisman cultivators?

The young demon lord narrowed his eyes. "Whatever they're up to, we'll find out once we get there. Now we only need to take down three small cities before we can storm the main city." They outnumber us, so what's a little sacrifice of some demonic beasts and cultivators?

Life is the cheapest thing.

Want to play strategy, huh?

Next, he will make these cultivators understand that in the face of overwhelming strength and sheer numbers, strategy is nothing but a trick.

……

The demons suffered heavy losses and captured five empty cities in a row. The young demon lord in charge of the team was almost driven mad with anger. He thought about it and felt that this style was really not something that the sect leaders of the five sects would do.

The strategist then began his investigation, and soon after seeing the eye-catching words "Five Lineages' Direct Transmission," he understood everything.

The young master gritted his teeth and spat out two words: "Ye... Qiao!"

She definitely did it!

"When we attack tonight, target her! Everyone target her!" He slammed his fist on the table like a madman, cracking the stone slab instantly. He roared, "We absolutely cannot let her hinder us anymore!"

The strategist gestured for him to remain calm, "Just hold her off. With the strength of our bunch of useless guys, we're far from enough to kill her."

Whether or not Ye Qiao is killed will not affect their plan to attack the city; it's just that sometimes this disciple is really too much of a hindrance.

"She's only at the Golden Core stage; she won't affect us at all."

"This time, we need to be especially careful of Ye Qinghan and his Nascent Soul stage cultivators. I think those disciples who just returned from the inheritance grounds..." he murmured twice, "will probably be even more troublesome than before."

That night, in the main city of Bibo City, all the sect leaders disappeared to deal with the demons and monsters, including those at the Nascent Soul stage and above. The rest of the battle was left to the demons.

At this moment, all the formations and magical artifacts were unleashed, leaving the demons, who had thought that these cultivators had nothing left to use, dumbfounded.

They underestimated the financial strength of the eight major families.

The mere destruction of magical artifacts and talismans would be enough to delay the situation for a considerable time, not to mention that these direct descendants were all quite powerful. Faced with hundreds of direct descendants all at once, the Demon Clan's young master's face stiffened for a moment. "Weren't the Eight Great Families unwilling to lend anyone?"

Is he blind? Seeing so many of his cronies.

The strategist's composed smile froze for a moment, then he relaxed slightly before casually saying, "It's alright, just a death throes."

But it's still in the way.

These cultivators appeared so suddenly that they caught them completely off guard.

What was originally a sure thing was disrupted by these trusted associates, turning what was once a clear and straightforward situation into one where the outcome was uncertain.