By the time Su Fan and the others arrived at Cliff Mountain Fortress, dawn had just begun to break.
A pale fish-belly white had spread across the eastern horizon, shrouding the entire fortress in a dim, ashen light.
The moment Su Fan stepped out of the Teleportation Array, a murderous aura far thicker than that of Cangjian Immortal City rushed toward him.
Mixed into that murderous aura were a dense stench of blood, the Fierce Sha Qi of the Demon Race, and the battle intent and despair of human cultivators. It was bone-chilling, as though it could pierce straight through the marrow.
The fortress walls were covered in traces left by all kinds of attacks, while the air was thick with the smell of blood and gunpowder.
Even in the dead of night, it seemed one could hear the sounds of magical artifacts being tempered within the city, along with the faint aftershocks of slaughter drifting from the distant battlefield.
The biting murderous aura surged toward them, pressing down until it was hard to breathe.
Although the entire fortress was still shrouded in the lingering darkness of night, Su Fan could clearly sense that beneath it lay countless piled-up bones, every inch of earth soaked in blood.
Three late-stage Integration Stage cultivators had come to receive them. Their faces were all weary, but their eyes remained sharp.
These three were the highest-level cultivators stationed at Cliff Mountain Fortress, as well as the fortress's core combat strength.
Su Fan's gaze swept over the three of them and came to rest on a middle-aged sword cultivator.
There was an unmistakably strange look in the man's eyes as he regarded Su Fan. It seemed to be disdain, yet also confusion.
Su Fan understood at once, but did not care. He simply withdrew his