Sunset Cliff: Xiong Wanshan [Monthly Votes, Please]

Two months later, war flared across the mountain Spirit Veins of western North Cold Continent.

Behind the front lines stood the North Cold Alliance's temporary headquarters.

The once-prosperous Immortal City was now packed shoulder to shoulder. Flying Boats carrying reinforcements streamed in from every direction.

Inside the city, cultivators patrolled in wave after wave, each casting wary glances beyond the walls.

The Human Race, Demon Race, and Alien Race—forces once hostile to one another—had formed an alliance. Yet resentment and distrust simmered beneath it.

"Fellow Daoist Lin, the alliance has established its headquarters here. Under the agreement barring Void Refinement Cultivators from taking the field, five leaders have been chosen, one for each of the five battlefronts.

"The leader here is Peacock Princess of the Demon Race. Of the two deputy leaders, one is a cultivator from the western Human Race Sects, and the other is from the Alien Race—"

Outside the city gate, the Golden Core Cultivators on guard respectfully cupped their fists. After checking the tokens carried by Lin Chang'an's party, they let them through.

True Lord Yunyi took the opportunity to explain the situation at the front.

"The Human Race, Demon Race, and Alien Race. Five leaders for five battlefronts. What a headache."

To Lin Chang'an, the situation could be summed up in one word: chaos.

As he saw it, the leaders and their deputies existed to balance the factions. Each side had a stake in the others, so whichever front suffered, the losses would be shared.

If a Demon Race leader commanded one front, a Human Race leader commanded another, and an Alien Race leader the next.

The group headed straight for the council hall. Before they even entered, they heard arguing inside.

"Damn it! You're making us western factions fight to the death while you