Da Jin, Yuhua City.
The sky was densely covered with dark clouds as torrential rain poured down, washing the bloodstains away from the earth and the bodies of the Cultivators.
The behemoth from the Southern Border roared as it charged into the enemy ranks, its toes matted with who knows how many remnants of flesh and blood, and thick, spiny vines like grinding wheels occasionally burst from the ground, coiling toward the crowd.
In the sky, seven Flying Boats from the East Sea thundered in unison, with pillars of dazzling spirit light erupting from their prows, plowing dozens of ravines into the ranks of the Wu Yue Sect's army.
Similar scenes played out here and there, with countless Cultivators battling in the heavens and the earth. The sounds of combat and cries of anguish intertwined, only to be crushed by the booming noises.
Faced with the fierce resistance of the Cloud Desolation Alliance, the Wu Yue Sect steadily pressed on without any rush or impatience.
