Chu Liang had returned to Shu Mountain for two days, and had been continuously acquainting himself with the unusual properties of the Black Dragon Ball.
He had actually anticipated the failure of the siege on the White Bone Hall. After all, given the setup of eight hundred halls in White Bone Hall and a hundred thousand demons, leaks were inevitable no matter how strict the guard under normal circumstances.
Whenever an external enemy comes knocking, there would surely be measures to counter it.
The enormous White Bone Mountain appeared to be a consecrated magic artifact, possessing power to shatter the void. Its strength seemed to rival those in the top hundred of the Ten Thousand Treasures Record.
It seemed the White Bone Hall had always kept this as its trump card.
