The bloodstained battle report came like the most biting winter wind, instantly freezing the last trace of false tranquility in the valley of the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well.
A million-strong Star Luo (puppet) army was bearing down on them, while the Spirit Hall Pope personally led nine elders to oversee the battle!
This was no longer a probe or a skirmish. It was a war of annihilation, with everything thrown into the fight!
Spirit Hall intended to crush the Heaven Dou Empire's last resistance in one fell swoop, with the force of a thunderbolt, and claim dominion over the continent!
Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's main hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was hard to breathe. Ning Fengzhi's expression was as solemn as still water, and his fingers unconsciously tapped the table, making dull thudding sounds.
Chen Xin stood with his eyes closed. His sword energy remained concealed, yet it seemed to still the very air around him. Gu Rong paced restlessly, the phantom of a white bone looming behind him. Dugu Bo looked grim, his jade-green pupils narrowed to pinpoints.
The Golden Iron Triangle had just rushed over upon learning the news. Shock and grim resolve were written all over their faces.
"Fengzhi, there's no time to hesitate!" Gu Rong stopped abruptly, his voice scraping like sand against stone. "We must head to the front immediately! If the border falls, the enemy army will pour straight into the heart of the empire, where there'll be no natural defenses to stop them! Those fence-sitters will switch sides to Spirit Hall in an instant!"
Ning Fengzhi drew a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart. His gaze swept over everyone as he made his decision. "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, Senior Poison Douluo, Dean Flender, Teacher