Elsewhere.
Su Ming led Blood Shadow, Tie Shan, and five hundred elite cultivators.
Taking advantage of the opening in the three-way melee.
They slipped silently into the valley from the flank of the main battlefield.
They pressed deeper inside.
The closer they drew to the valley's heart.
The heavier the stench of blood became.
The ground was piled with cultivators' corpses.
There were elderly people, women, and even children.
All were rogue cultivators and mortals captured by the eldritch beings.
Their blood flowed slowly along the grooves in the ground toward the central altar.
At the sight.
Every Alliance cultivator's eyes widened with fury, nearly splitting at the corners.
"Those beasts!"
Iron Mountain Immortal Emperor clenched his fists until his knuckles cracked.
His eyes burned with rage.
Blood Shadow Immortal Emperor's face was livid as well.
Veins bulged on the hand gripping his saber's hilt.
Su Ming's gaze was cold as ice.
He had witnessed far too many scenes of eldritch beings slaughtering the living.
Yet every time he saw one, the killing intent in his heart grew stronger.
"Move faster."
"If we're even a step too late, more people will die."
Su Ming's voice was low.
It carried a bone-piercing chill.
Everyone quickened their pace.
They rushed toward the altar at the center of the valley.
But just as they were about to reach the altar plaza.
An icy voice rang out from the side.
"I knew you would try this."
"Su Ming, your opponent is me."
From the shadows.
A figure slowly emerged.
Clad in bone armor, it radiated an icy aura.
It was a white-bone clone of Mystic Bone Immortal Emperor.
Though the clone possessed only seventy percent of the original's strength.
That was still enough to stop Su Ming and his companions.
The Mystic Bone Clone