Ye Qin alone was enough to make him extremely cautious, not daring to risk his true body lightly.
'If I had advanced rashly back then, caught in a death trap laid by two top-tier Venerable Level experts, I have no doubt I would have been killed on the spot, with absolutely no chance of survival.'
The intelligence sent a chill down his spine in retrospect.
At this point, the situation was hopeless.
Wujing Demon Saint took a deep breath, suppressing the roiling anger and humiliation within him. His voice was ice-cold as he issued the final directive through a special communication channel:
"All members of the Demon Race, hear my command! Immediately abandon all surface operations. Retreat to... the deepest parts of the earth. Lie in wait for further orders. Without a decree from me, you are not to make a single move!"
After issuing the command, he shut off the projection screen.
The conference room fell into a deathly silence, the only sound his own heavy breathing.
