Long Han erected a soundproofing barrier and took out several small flags, forming a barrier of mist around them. Han Li couldn’t help but ponder in silence at the sight of this.

There weren’t many cultivators present. Leaving out the several eccentrics still stuck inside the blood barriers, there were a little over twenty people. These people represented many of the factions fighting in the battle.

Master Sunreach asked, “Fellow Daoist Long, what has happened? Why do the Moulan no longer wish to fight?”

Wei Wuya said in a doubtful tone, “It is strange. Matters have already reached past that point. Do they have some vain illusion of making peace?”

Long Han bitterly smiled and said, “It isn’t some vain illusion. I fear we may not have the option to choose.”

Devil Concord frowned and asked with an astonished tone, “How can that be? Has another party interfered with the war?” 

Long Han sullenly said, “That’s right. The Soaring Tribes have attacked. It is also said that they’ve joined forces with several sects from the Jin Empire, jointly attacking the Moulan. The greatest of the Moulan Tribes was stationed behind as a rear guard, watching over their...