The Holytide Region army was gathered in great numbers at the edge of the fog. War banners snapped. Animals breathed heavily. The cultivators’ energy pulsed. All of it together created an aura that rose high into the sky and caused powerful winds to sweep across the lands. Because of this mighty army, the entire world seemed still and silent.2

There were powerful experts in the army from all sorts of sects and species. They were part of Grand Duke Holytide’s forces, as well as the Sea-Sealing County army in general. Hovering in midair, they exuded immense pressure. Among them were Master Seventh, Marquis Yao, and Grand Duke Holytide himself.0

Blood-colored light swirled in all directions, becoming a blood-red sea that threatened to overwhelm the fog. Those were the immortal skills.0

Xu Qing stood in front of the army, facing the seventeen violet-clad Nightshade high priests, his gaze focused on the old man bowing in front of him.0

Xu Qing was naturally familiar with the term ‘Violet Lord.’ And it was very thought-provoking to hear it uttered by a Nightshade priest. Xu Qing’s eyes glittered with profound...2