Besieging the Mountain
The Barbarian Cult Ancestral Court, atop the Sacred Mountain.
Unlike its usual solemn grandeur, the place was now steeped in decay and despair.
"In just a few short days, our three battlefronts have suffered one defeat after another. More than half our army has been slaughtered, and we've lost four-tenths of our territory. And... one of our three great tribes, the Wangyue Tribe, has been wiped out!"
Fang Yuan sat cross-legged, contemplating the situation. "The Cultivators and demonic cultivators joined forces. They're truly formidable. Their swords are already pointed at the Barbarian Sacred Mountain!"
This was no good news for him either.
If the Barbarians were wiped out, even if he managed to escape, how could he get by in the Cultivation World without the support of a great tribe? It would be a joke!
Those who had lost their country were never welcomed warmly, wherever they went.
"If the Barbarians really lose, I'll have to change my appearance and pass myself off as one of the Cultivators. Fortunately, after surviving the Heavenly Tribulation, there's not much difference anyway."
Beneath the Heavenly Tribulation, all beings were equal. After surviving it, their divine abilities and Magic Power were much the same.
Even the Demon Race could take true human form, as long as they survived the complete Heavenly Tribulation!
He looked out and saw countless troops massed at the foot of the Sacred Mountain. Battle Mark formations were revealed in midair, and the entire mountain had become a military camp.
"The next great battle will be fought here."
Fang Yuan drew a deep breath.
The Barbarian Cult Ancestral Court was sacred ground in the hearts of all Barbarians. If even this place fell, the blow to the Barbarians would be beyond measure.
"But with the orthodox and demonic