Twin Peaks. The two armies faced each other in a standoff that had lasted several days, neither side making the first move.
The commanders of both armies harbored their own designs. Without absolute certainty, both chose to hold their positions.
At last, on the night of the seventh day, a phantom figure arrived before the Heaven Mending Army, bringing back the Primordial Filth.
A wooden shrine half a foot long and wide exuded an incomparably cold, filthy aura. The ultimate weapon of filth in this world was the finest treasure for breaking fortune.
A shrine of Primordial Filth was extraordinarily precious. Even Heaven Mending Pavilion had only one, possessed by Venerable Xuan alone.
Before the army, Divine Chief looked at the Primordial Filth in Night Leader's hand, coldness flashing through his eyes. This time, it would be Marquis Ning's final day.
At the same time, on the opposite side of Twin Peaks, Ning Chen stood quietly before the camp, likewise considering how to deal with Night Leader.
The commanders of the two armies schemed against one another. In a battle between experts, not even the slightest error could be tolerated.
The next day, as the rising sun climbed into the sky, Divine Chief waved his hand before the Heaven Mending Army and gave the order to march.
Behind him, the three hundred thousand soldiers immediately moved. War chariots rumbled as they rose into the air.
Across from Twin Peaks, Yu Lian and the others saw the scene in the heavens, and their expressions darkened.
Before the camp, Ning Chen sensed it. His hollow eyes gazed into the distance, and a strange look crossed his face.
So soon? Had they found a way to deal with him?
It was much faster than he had expected.
"Be careful."
At his side, A'man