Thus, over the next few days, the situation in the continent's northwest was stirred by an invisible hand, with storms gathering on every side.
Dongyang City, an originally unremarkable coastal border city, spread through the upper ranks of forces across the continent at an astonishing speed.
It was like a massive vortex that had suddenly appeared, possessing a terrifying pull and continuously drawing experts from every direction—each representing different positions and purposes—together like iron filings.
The Soul Douluos and Titled Douluos of the Tang Sect and its affiliated sects quietly departed from their respective cities and bases, like trickling streams that ultimately flowed toward the same sea.
Shrek Academy's elite force, led by four dean-level powerhouses, was like an unsheathed sword cutting through the air as it sped northward.
The Dou Ling Empire's army of three hundred thousand advanced across the vast plains like a black flood, kicking up dust that blotted out the sky. A corps of five thousand soul masters followed close behind, like silver waves leaping through the torrent, with a Sea Calming Needle like Yin Hong, a Titled Douluo, hidden among them.
Although the Heaven Dou Empire had not yet made any large-scale official moves, its border garrisons had clearly heightened their vigilance, and its intelligence operatives were moving frequently. It was obvious that they were also closely watching developments around Dongyang City. Some lone experts and small-to-medium forces who held old grudges against the Holy Spirit Cult, or who had sniffed out an opportunity to claim a share of the gains, also began quietly converging on that region.
Undercurrents surged, and powerhouses gathered. Above Dongyang City, it seemed as though one could already smell the heavy scent of gunsmoke and blood. A great battle that would affect the nerves of countless forces across the continent—and