More than ten days later, the cold wind howled, the moon had set, and the stars were sparse.
The Sky Rift Valley, stretching for over four thousand li, lay plunged in pitch-black darkness.
In the dead of night, a mass of dark cloud detached itself from the night and silently drifted toward the Sky Rift Valley.
As it neared the sky above the gorge, the dark cloud suddenly split into three masses. One flew toward the southern end, while another drifted north.
The largest mass of dark cloud headed straight for the middle section of the Sky Rift Valley. Before long, it dropped into the valley floor and silently merged with the surrounding darkness.
At this moment, the Zhao Clan cultivators had no idea that a calamity of annihilation was about to descend upon them.
Ever since they had wiped out the Two-Winged Giant Lizards, the Sky Rift Valley had been peaceful for far too long, and the Zhao Clan from top to bottom had grown much more lax.
A quarter-hour later, more than forty li south of the camp, ripples suddenly spread through the darkness. A huge sky-blue peng bird appeared out of nowhere. With a slight beat of its wings, it immediately stirred up gust after gust of wild wind.
Standing atop the peng bird's head, Jun Tianxing, clad in a feathered robe, gazed at the distant Zhao Clan camp and suddenly revealed a contemptuous, bloodthirsty smile.
"Little ones, it's your turn. Just like before, leave only a few alive—kill every other human and demon without exception. Heh heh, go!" Jun Tianxing gave a sinister chuckle and casually waved his hand.
The moment his words fell, dark-gold spheres the size of millstones suddenly flew from the peng's back.
The instant the dark-gold spheres hit the ground, they unfolded