Every disciple and elder brought out their own weapons.
They wiped the cold gleam from their blades, while the killing intent in their eyes congealed into something almost tangible.
They were only waiting for their Sect Master to give the order before making those who had slandered them pay the price in blood.
Several days later.
That day, before dawn had even broken, the earth began to tremble faintly.
Rumble—
A deep, thunderous sound came from the distant horizon, drawing closer and growing louder.
It was as if billions of heavenly soldiers and generals were marching here with heavy steps, crushing everything in their path.
The air around Chaos Sacred Mountain grew thick and oppressive, making it difficult to breathe.
At last, a continuous shadow appeared along the eastern horizon.
It was not a bank of dark clouds. It was an endless army.
Dark clouds pressed down on the city as though it might collapse; battle flags blotted out the sky, and blades and spears stood like a forest.
Countless flying divine artifacts, colossal warships, and prehistoric exotic beasts covered the entire sky.
The Star Hall's star chariots flashed with cold starlight, resembling moving fortresses of stars.
The Heavenly Sword Sect's flying swordships soared with Sword Qi, their sharpness fully exposed, as though they could cleave the firmament apart at any moment.
The Myriad Law Gate's myriad-law treasure wheels were covered in runes. Daoist resonance flowed around them, radiating a terrifying aura capable of suppressing everything.
The Netherworld Cult's bone demon ships were filled with ghostly energy. Countless savage ghost heads wailed atop their hulls, sending chills down the spine.
The Four Great Powers and several affiliated forces totaled seven hundred thousand troops. Like a black ocean of death, they surged toward the Chaos Sacred Sect.
The vast killing intent