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Regarding the great battle, Elder Bai offered no further explanation, for he had no more evidence to confirm it. It was merely the intuition of a high-level cultivator, or rather, the keen nose of an old cultivator.

But since he had raised it, it meant he was not speaking nonsense offhand. Liu Xiaolou needed to take it seriously.

Amid the wind and snow, the first figure finally arrived, treading over the snow. It was Leng Yue. Frost unique to the Northern Border swirled around him, and his steps were steady. Each time his foot fell, a faint circle of Golden Ripples spread across the snow. Behind him, the lingering trace of a black shadow could vaguely be seen, already completely dispersed by Oath Power.

"The Will of the Shadow Realm has noticed." Leng Yue spoke in a deep voice, his gaze sweeping across the tablet body as his brows furrowed slightly. "It is faster than we expected."

Qing'er nodded, just about to respond when another golden streak tore across the night sky in the distance. Immediately afterward, Bai Shuang emerged from the golden light and came walking through the air. She wore the Eastern Wasteland Golden Rune Robe, Oath Power visibly fluctuating around her, her aura somewhat disordered.

"In the direction of the Eastern Wasteland, it has already tried to erode the Oath Tower." Bai Shuang landed, her calm tone carrying a hint of urgency. "Had I not acted in time, the tower itself would likely have been corroded."

Ye Ying's expression was grave. "It is probing the defenses in all four directions, searching for the weakest link."

"Before the four directions gather, it will not act rashly." Qing'er turned her gaze toward the sky. "Mo Li and You Ying should be arriving soon."

As though in answer to her