At Mount Shaoyang, ranks of immortal troops patrolled the strategic passes in orderly fashion. A vast immortal city stretched between seventeen sheer, knife-edged mountains.
Immortal banners fluttered in the wind, but the general in charge of the area wore a worried, perplexed look.
"What's troubling you, Brother Hu?" asked a formation master in a blue robe beside him, stroking his beard.
He wasn't particularly familiar with the immortal general. He had only been temporarily assigned to set up the formations, and the work was nearly finished. If the situation here was truly urgent, he needed to wrap things up and get out as soon as possible.
As a formation master, Meng Kuan wasn't known for his combat prowess. If danger arose, fleeing was the best option.
It was no wonder Meng Kuan felt that way. The immortal army had recently been on the back foot all across the Immortal-Demon Battlefield, ceding much of its former territory to the various demons and monsters. Even so, the four Heavenly Courts had managed to retain quite a few regions.
The areas the immortal army had originally defended had stabilized, but the pressure from the demon, devil, and ghost realms seemed to have grown stronger lately.
The immortal army had lost several cities and strongholds in succession. The enemy had far too many troops, and the Immortal Realm was calling for help everywhere, yet the forces sent in response were few and far between. Under such pressure, the Immortal Realm was instead forced to retreat step by step.
It was understandable that manpower had grown scarce for a time, given that the Immortal Realm had sent a large number of troops to conquer the Dragon Domain.
But the four Heavenly Courts had also abandoned a great deal of territory, pulling their forces back to