At the Brink of Battle (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Dragon Prosperity Oasis lay beneath glaring golden sunlight, bathed from end to end.

Now and then, mountain winds swept through, stirring up vast clouds of yellow sand and dust, carrying the spectacular grandeur of a lone plume of smoke rising straight from the desert.

A massive phantom of a yellow dragon also coursed through the skies above the oasis, like a true dragon patrolling its entire domain.

An immense spiritual barrier covered more than half of the oasis.

Dragon Prosperity Oasis naturally had city walls as well, rising three hundred zhang high—so high that ordinary people standing at their base could barely see their end.

Outside the city walls, countless mortals surged about. They had migrated here from other oases.

Yet they were currently forbidden from entering Dragonrise City.

On the city wall stood Zhang Heli and Jia Mingyuan.

The two watched the churning crowd of mortals, then glanced at the distant desert.

"Brother Zhang, will he really take the bait if we do this?" Jia Mingyuan still had his doubts.

"He definitely will. I'm becoming more and more convinced that he isn't from the Ling Family, but the Ye Family!"

"That mysterious feeling is truly exactly as Yuhuai described it to me!" Zhang Heli said again.

Then he looked at the mortals once more before turning to Jia Mingyuan.

"Don't tell me you've become like those Ye Family people too, pitying these mortals?"

At those words, Jia Mingyuan immediately shook his head.

"What a joke. When my Jia Family was refining blood puppets, the Heavenly Corpse Sect had not even learned to refine blood corpses. Why would I pity those mortals?" Jia Mingyuan shook his head.

"True enough!" Zhang Heli nodded.

"Just wait. Within three days, they'll arrive!"

"Anyone who dares not slaughter even the mortals of our two