The movements of the Devil Sects became more active with each passing day, their shadowy influence creeping further into the strongholds of righteous sects.
News of their assaults spread like wildfire, instilling fear and uncertainty across the cultivation world.
Wang Li, however, remained calm in the face of this growing chaos. His Holy Devil Dragon Sect was gaining more requests for aid with every passing hour, many sects reaching out in desperation.
Within the grand halls of the Holy Devil Dragon Sect, Wang Li sat behind an elegant mahogany desk, reviewing the scrolls that had been sent in for help.
The scent of incense filled the air, and the soft light of jade lamps bathed the room in a warm, golden glow.
He had received dozens of requests from various sects, all begging for assistance against the relentless assaults of the Devil Sects.
