Within a stretch of gray mist in the Frozen Hell Imprisonment Formation, Jiang Yuan, the Sacred Son of the Purple River Clan, led the Purple River Clan's warriors as they watched the battle unfold.
The Purple River Clan was no weak force in the Northern Region.
Judging by the hierarchy of forces in the Chu Empire, the Purple River Clan was also a top sect on the level of the Five Great Families and Seven Sects.
Behind them, amid the endless surging gray mist, wave after wave of bloody light appeared.
Looking closely, one could see an altar here, covered in many strange and mysterious runes and imprints carved in blood.
The space directly above the altar had been hollowed out and filled with a pool of blood.
On the surface of the blood, a heart was beating without pause.
Jiang Yuan, the Sacred Son of the Purple River Clan, held a compass in his hand. Upon it was clearly displayed the detailed layout of the entire Frozen Hell Imprisonment Formation, along with the scene of the Northern Region warriors battling the Chu Empire's warriors.
"Hahaha, let them fight!"
Seeing the countless casualties on the battlefield, the warriors surrounding the Purple River Clan's Sacred Son all clapped and cheered.
"Anyway, the Northern Region warriors guarding the Frozen Hell Imprisonment Formation are all nothing but insignificant ants in the Northern Region. Even if they die, it won't matter!"
"On the contrary, it would be best if they could eliminate some Chu Empire warriors!"
"Once the Chu Empire's warriors are exhausted, we'll strike while the iron is hot and wipe them out to the last man."
The Purple River Clan's warriors all broke into wild laughter.
In their eyes, the Northern Region warriors who died inside the Frozen Hell Imprisonment Formation were