Before long, the Demonic Cult's Flying Ship reached the battlefield.
On the battlefield, two factions stood in confrontation.
One was Lingyun Hall, while the other was the Heavenly Dao Palace.
The two sides had clashed in business because of the marketplace.
For many years, friction between them had never ceased.
Now, they had finally had enough and were preparing to throw down.
Of course, before this, both sides had reported the matter to Shu Mountain.
They explained that there was truly a reason for this, that their grievances ran too deep, and that without a fight, it would be impossible to dispel the hatred in their disciples' hearts.
They also guaranteed that this battle would not implicate ordinary civilians and that they would not exterminate the other side to the last man.
They would only fight on this battlefield.
Only after receiving Shu Mountain's approval did both sides spread out their forces and call for reinforcements.
Qin Wenke said in a low voice, "I reckon they're waiting for both sides to fight until they're mutually devastated. The Demonic Cult wants to take the chance to wipe out both sects!"
Li Xuanxiao nodded thoughtfully.
"Put some muscle into it later!" the cult leader shouted.
"Ahhh!!"
Everyone roared in unison.
Their Flying Ship joined Lingyun Hall's side, facing the Heavenly Dao Palace head-on.
"Shout! All of you, shout!" The cult leader held a sound-amplifying artifact.
The Demonic Cult members cried out together:
"Heavenly Dao Palace, oh Heavenly Dao Palace, a fine show of false benevolence and sham righteousness!
Yellow talismans, golden plaques, cinnabar seals—millennia of scourge crushing the four directions!
White robes wrapped around black hearts, crying demon-slaying and evil-purging!
First they seize young maidens to fill their furnace chambers, immortal robes stained with mortal blood!
Starving corpses at the mountain's foot