Godslayer Cannon

"Azure clouds, resounding and steadfast, guard our rivers and mountains..."

Upon the Eternal City Wall, countless cultivators watched in secret, waiting for the enemy's assault.

On the battlefield ahead, ten thousand cultivators, led by Li Yaotie, fought alongside the wind and sand. Their orderly, impassioned voices dispelled fear. From afar, across the barren land, they looked like clumps of grass.

Under the Qingyun Army's commands, the immortal soldiers climbed the city wall one by one and gazed into the distance from its crest.

Even Zishu Feng, their commander, did the same.

"That is..."

Zishu Feng cried out.

Before the ten thousand immortal soldiers, a tiny black dot finally appeared. Zishu Feng did not even need to peer closely to know it was the force Gu An had led here. That immortal arts legion, which had sunk into oblivion for countless years before returning anew, transcending its age!

Even across such a vast distance, everyone atop the wall could not help drawing a sharp breath.

It was the suppression immortals held over the bloodline of humankind. Though those present had remained behind the Eternal City Wall for twenty years, nearly all of them had never faced immortals directly. Yet now, that crushing pressure was like a savage beast leaping out from a shroud of mist before their eyes. Its gaping maw seemed ready to spew nauseating bloody stench, its savage fangs already at the edges of their skulls.

Zishu Feng's heart pounded wildly. Without realizing it, she clenched her fists. Even she had never known that she had always been filled with dejection and helplessness at the prospect of war against immortals.

The people of the Southern Border stood at the edge of a cliff.

Zishu Feng suddenly felt as though a staircase hanging in the darkness had been laid out