An empty mask, light shining through its two eye sockets; yet draped in robes, it formed the imposing outline of a human figure.
If any members of the Golden Immortal Path had been present, they would have recognized at a glance that this was their Path Master.
Zhou Ti's true body was serving as a puppet in the Qi Family, yet in secret, he had used the human-sacrifice mask to create the identity of the Golden Immortal Path Master.
His strength was unfathomable. Other than himself, no one knew he had already reached that level.
"The six northern prefectures, Northern Xuan Prefecture... that is also the origin of my family's ancestral land!"
Zhou Ti muttered to himself. His avatar, the "Golden Immortal Path Master," leaped up and melted into the black night.
Like a shadow following its form, he crossed countless mountains and rivers in an instant, leaving prefecture after prefecture behind him.
The six northern prefectures had now drawn attention from every direction, with innumerable gazes converging here.
The great battle centered on Northern Profound Prefecture was especially brutal and magnificent. Since Northern Profound Zhu had been replaced by the Witch Clan, such a large-scale war between the two races had never occurred again.
There were not only the fleeing Northern Profound Zhu, but also the resistance forces led by the Little Martial Saint. Other sects and martial arts schools had joined as well; some aided the Witch Clan, while others threw in their lot with the Human Race.
The six northern prefectures had, after all, been under Northern Profound Zhu's rule for many years. The thoughts in many people's hearts were impossible to fathom. They seemed to have joined the Witch Clan and become its lackeys, yet in truth, they were enduring humiliation and bearing heavy burdens.
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