Camp No. 7.
Though it was broad daylight, the sky was so dark it looked like dusk.
At some point, a vast mass of heavy, black clouds had gathered above the camp, squatting over the heavens and blocking out the sunlight completely.
Faint flashes of lightning drifted through the clouds as muffled thunder rumbled.
By now, disciples from three nearby camps had gathered at Camp No. 7.
Together with the hundred or so people who had originally been stationed there, they formed a dense crowd of more than five hundred.
Most were disciples of the Heaven's Fire Sect and the Azure Cloud Sect. There were also people from the Beast Taming Sect, though not many.
Of course, some disciples had fled from these camps outright.
But they were ultimately a minority.
Baili Dengfeng had summoned the forces from all the surrounding camps and laid out the stakes for them. Naturally, he had tactfully left out anything about Jiang Tian.
These camps were the closest to the Demonic Cultivator Camp.
Rather than let the Purple Mansion demonic cultivators pick them off one by one and slaughter them, it was better to join forces.
With more than five hundred people working together to maintain the formation, they could at least hold out a little longer.
Just then.
A dazzling golden pillar of light suddenly pierced through the heavy clouds, plunging straight into the camp like a divine sword!
"Rumble—!"
Rolling thunder came from deep within the clouds, making the earth tremble faintly.
Then, where the clouds parted, roars from auspicious beasts rang through the sky, and the long cries of immortal birds echoed across the heavens. Faintly, it was as if the sound of the Great Dao descended from the ninth heaven, solemn and sacred.
Beneath the golden radiance, the entire camp