The light curtain blazed, reaching from earth to sky.
Demon wolves surged like a tide, rising and falling in waves.
A brutal battle of attack and defense unfolded amid the mountains and ravines.
"Senior Brother, I'm going. Take good care of Huan Er for me!"
"Junior Brother Ruan!"
Cheng Yan's eyes were split with fury as he watched Ruan Jing, the Fallen Cloud Sect's sect master and pillar of the sect, vanish beneath the rolling Beast Tide.
When he plunged into the wolf pack, everything first fell silent. Then boundless light bloomed.
The power of that self-detonation lit up more than half the night sky.
Upon Thousand Leaves Peak, Han Zhan watched the scene coldly, lips pressed together as he clenched his teeth.
It was as if he meant to crush them to pieces.
Standing in the void with the bright moon behind him, Ao Xiao revealed a brilliant smile.
"Fellow Daoist, even now, do you think you held me back, or that I held you back?"
Han Zhan slowly raised his head and met that undisguised mockery head-on.
"You planned all of this?"
Ao Xiao shook his head. "Plans can never keep pace with change. All this... in your human terms, it was merely following the current and steering the boat."
"You tried to uproot every demon beast stronghold in the Howling Moon Mountain Range, spreading your forces thin."
"And fearing reinforcements from my Wolf Court, you concentrated all your elites at the Sword Holding Hall."
"In that case, I only needed to abandon that single point at Supreme Emperor Mountain, gather my strength, and strike straight at the yellow dragon. Crippling your sect then became only natural."
Han Zhan opened his mouth, intending to say something, but after drawing a deep breath, he suppressed it.
A battle of