Chongluan Domain.
Headquarters.
Wanluan Sect Leader had recently begun to feel that something was increasingly wrong.
As Wanluan Feng's elder, he was the leader of a Esteemed Immortal faction in this era, and a bona fide True Immortal Great Perfection.
He looked at the reports from the various battlefields. "What's going on? Why is the intensity of the war so high? How did the war suddenly spiral out of control?"
The True Immortal generals responsible for the war below lowered their heads after being berated, not daring to make a sound.
There was nothing they could do about it.
It had originally been a battle of contact, with both sides exercising restraint to avoid overly disastrous casualties.
The time for the decisive battle had not yet come.
But now?
The war had suddenly spiraled out of control.
A group of hot-blooded warriors charged madly, leading the assault and killing without restraint.
As a result, some of the cultivator armies behind them were swept along and forced to charge inward, making the battle incredibly tragic.
Wanluan Sect Leader was so furious that the veins on his forehead bulged. "How am I supposed to explain this to the Esteemed Immortals? I'm the one who'll die for this!"
"You—tell me why this happened!"
The True Immortals below exchanged glances and tried to find the problem.
One True Immortal said, "It's probably hatred? After all, they've killed until their eyes are red."
Another True Immortal said, "And they aren't afraid of death? They think that after dying, there's a fifty percent chance they'll produce Embers?"
One True Immortal muttered, "Because they're very brave."
Wanluan Sect Leader exploded. "Brave? What kind of joke are you telling?"
But that True Immortal wanted to say that he was merely describing reality.
These immortals really were brave—brave enough