Battle of Three Mountains Pass

The general roared, cutting an imposing figure.

Yet from the Western Qi army formation opposite him, a daoist with a similarly chilling aura flew out.

The daoist produced a black banner and gave it a gentle shake. Countless vicious ghosts and resentful souls came howling forth, instantly engulfing the Great Shang general.

Miserable screams rang out. Within moments, the Golden Immortal general had been gnawed down to nothing but a skeleton, which fell from the sky.

"Hahaha! Great Shang's fate has run out! Why don't you surrender at once?"

The Western Qi cultivator laughed wildly, his methods exceptionally cruel.

Scenes like this played out endlessly along the border stretching tens of thousands of miles.

The immortals and cultivators deployed by both sides rose in rank, from Heavenly Immortals and True Immortals to Mystic Immortals and Golden Immortals.

But everyone knew that this was merely an appetizer.

The ones who would truly decide the course of the war were those who stood at a higher level.

Chaoge, Human Emperor Hall.

Di Xin wore a black dragon robe and a flat-topped crown as he quietly listened to the generals below report on the battlefront.

His face showed not the slightest ripple of emotion.

"Large numbers of demonic cultivators and Yao Mo who practice evil arts have appeared among the Western Qi army. Our soldiers have suffered grave casualties."

"Grand Preceptor Wen Zhong has already led the Sect of Interception immortals to the front, but Chan Teachings and Western Teachings cultivators also seem to be aiding the enemy in secret."

After hearing the report, Di Xin merely waved a hand indifferently.

"I understand."

He raised his head, his gaze seeming to pierce through the palace dome and look toward distant Western Qi.

"Ji Fa, do you think you can contend with me just