"The Witch God Sect has launched a powerful invasion, bringing more than ten forces to their knees. The Falling Leaf Sect has fallen..."
Every force had its own channels for gathering information. Not long after the Falling Leaf Sect fell, the news swept from the outlying regions toward the center at a terrifying speed.
The many forces were thrown into a state of panic.
"Rumble—!"
In the sky, the Witch God Sect's ever-growing army surged toward the central region like a rolling black tide.
With the Falling Leaf Sect's fate as a warning, the forces that knew they could not withstand the army either surrendered on the spot, rushed toward the central region, or fled elsewhere.
The army met virtually no resistance along the way. Its ranks swelled until a vast, dark mass blotted out the sky.
In the central region, a blue-green mountain floated in the air. A mighty river, winding like a jade belt, flowed around it. At the mountain's summit stood a round stone table.
At that moment, the leaders of more than a dozen peak second-rate forces in the eastern region sat beside the table. Every one of them wore a gloomy expression, and the atmosphere was heavy and oppressive.
"The Falling Leaf Sect has fallen!"
One of the Monarchs could no longer hold back and spoke first.
At his words, the leaders' expressions grew even more solemn. A chilling killing intent quietly spread through the air, making them feel as though they were in the depths of winter.
"Are the Seven Great Forces really going to do nothing? Don't they know what will happen if they let the Witch God Sect dominate the eastern region?" one Monarch said in displeasure.
"Hmph. They're probably afraid of that person from the Witch God Sect," said