I, Suiren, will teach Ziyi how to make stockings.

Seeing the despair emanating from everyone as thick as ink, as if their energy and spirit had been drained away, they all hung their heads, their eyes empty and helpless, and their morale had sunk to the dust.

Seeing this, Ye Chongren sighed slightly in his heart. He took a deep breath, straightened his spine, and puffed out his chest slightly, as if to support everyone's hope. He looked calm and composed, and his eyes swept across everyone's faces with determination. His eyes were like the warm spring sun, carrying warmth and encouragement.

He spoke calmly and soothingly, "Everyone, don't be so discouraged. While the situation is dire right now and we're temporarily outmatched, the world is unpredictable. Who can predict the future? Just like the darkness before dawn, though thick and oppressive, it can hardly conceal the light that is about to burst forth. Furthermore, we are by no means without a plan to resist. There is always a way."

Ye Chongren paused, his brows raised slightly as he surveyed this strategically located area, his gaze filled with scrutiny and strategy. The mountains here were rolling and rocky, with peaks towering into the clouds on either side, like a natural barrier, forming a narrow passage through the middle path. This was the crucial passage the enemy had to pass through to reach the wilderness. A single man could hold the pass, and ten thousand could not.

Ye Chongren secretly thought that as long as the layout was right, he might be able to inflict a heavy blow on the enemy today. With this in mind, he said with conviction, "This is the vital route they must take to reach the ferocious wilderness. We'll set up an ambush here. Ou Yezi, is the Great Dao Divine Cannon ready?"

Upon hearing this, Ou Yezi's expression trembled. He knew the divine cannons played a crucial role in the success of this ambush. Without further ado, he quickly formed seals with his hands, muttering something to himself. Mysterious runes flowed from his fingertips, like vibrant bands of light shimmering in the air. Then, with a sudden flick of his sleeve, the seemingly peaceful surroundings suddenly became ablaze with a dazzling golden light. Within the shimmering light, divine cannons radiating an ancient and majestic aura slowly emerged. Their muzzles, like the jaws of a monstrous beast, preyed upon their prey, were precisely aimed at the vital core of this world. This space resembled a meticulously designed pocket, densely packed with divine cannons, layer upon layer. The pocket's opening pointed directly to the path Ye Chongren had taken earlier, and the direction Jiang Qisha and his companions were about to enter.

It turned out that Ye Chongren had been preparing for this long before, expending a large amount of his own space-time power, secretly handing it over to Ou Yezi without hesitation, just to hide these magical cannons properly and wait for this critical moment. Now, everything was ready, just waiting for Jiang Qisha and others to fall into the trap.

At the same time, the large forces from Honghuang City, Fenglei Palace and Xingyun Pavilion were marching forward with difficulty towards the teleportation formation at the entrance of Xiongye.

At first glance, the crowd was densely packed, like a surging sea. The composition of the people was complex, with varying levels of cultivation, so their speeds naturally varied. The faster ones had to consider the slower ones, and the overall pace seemed sluggish and slow.

Furthermore, the resources carried by the various sects this time were enormous. Rare magic weapons, spiritual plants, and elixirs were piled up like mountains. Even the space magic weapon that was said to be able to accommodate everything was filled to the brim. In desperation, they could only rely on manpower to carry and transport them, which undoubtedly greatly slowed down the team's progress.

At this moment, among the three groups of people, the team farthest from the entrance to the wild wilderness was tens of millions of miles away from the nearest one, like a long and winding dragon, with the head and tail unable to see each other.

On the other side, Jiang Qisha and others rushed all the way and arrived at the ambush entrance that looked like a pocket.

The woman in the red dress moved with graceful steps, but at this moment, she suddenly paused, and a hint of alertness flashed in her beautiful eyes, as if she was a frightened deer, keenly sensing the breath of danger.