The flowing clouds in the sky suddenly split apart, and another mass of gloomy gray cloud drifted low, pressing down over a wilderness desolate to the extreme.
A layer of lingering haze hung in midair, the light dim and obscure. Even the air had turned stagnant and heavy, mixed with a faint aura of killing. The ground beneath their feet was as hard as cold iron, without the slightest warmth when stepped on. Everywhere was desolation and danger, so harsh it left one breathless.
And yet, in this bleak and hopeless place, two groups of people were facing each other from afar. They were none other than the people of Yuan Sect and Dao Sect.
The people of the two sects stood on opposite sides of the wilderness, clearly divided. Their formations were orderly, yet not a single person spoke first. Across the vast wilderness, only the howling of the fierce wind remained. The atmosphere was stretched taut to the extreme, as if even the air had frozen, and the slightest movement could ignite this confrontation.
By now, some time had already passed since the Evil Demon Abyss had opened. The various sects' people had gone deep inside and explored continuously. After several rounds of searching and wandering, Yuan Sect and Dao Sect, whose grudges already ran deep, had ultimately found their paths crossing in this dead land.
With the two sects' terrible relationship, as irreconcilable as fire and water, a feud to the death, there was no need for any extra verbal provocation, nor any need to deliberately search for an excuse. Now that they had met on a narrow road, there was no room for compromise at all.
Everyone knew it perfectly well. As expected, what came next between the two sides would inevitably be an extremely fierce