The pitch-black war fortress swept past the edge of Great Snow Mountain. Along the way, the Northern Territory martial artists remained on high alert, while dozens of scouts followed close behind.
Only after confirming that the Demon Subduing Warship had completely left the bounds of Great Snow Mountain did they turn around and return to its depths, reporting everything that had happened.
In the depths of Great Snow Mountain, wind and snow blanketed the mountain ranges year-round. Amid the swirling snow, countless figures could vaguely be seen flying through the air. Atop a snow-covered mountain in the distance, several martial artists stood tall with their heads raised, gazing into the distance.
The weaker foreign species within and around Great Snow Mountain had all been cleared out by them, while even some of the more powerful ones had been driven away.
This region had temporarily become the territory of the Northern Territory martial artists. At that moment, two figures stood at the front of the group atop the mountain, their status clearly far above that of the other martial artists.
One of them wore a long white marten-fur robe. His skin was fair, his features handsome, and every strand of his black hair shone brightly. His entire being exuded an indifferent, otherworldly air.
He was the Holy Son of the Soul Refinement Sect, Bu Junfeng. Standing shoulder to shoulder with him was a pale-faced man. His body was withered and thin, a faint smile resting at the corners of his mouth, while a sinister glint gleamed in his eyes.
He looked almost no different from the Holy Son of the Corpse Refinement Sect, who had already been destroyed inside the enormous volcano.
"Senior Brother Bu Junfeng, we just discovered a warship flying past the outskirts of Great Snow Mountain!" A disciple