In the desert wilderness, a line of snow appeared on the horizon.
The icebound mountains rose abruptly, towering far above the Six Paths Sect's Yin-Yang Magnetism Spirit-Bane Mountain. This was a place truly close to the heavens. An inexplicable pressure radiated from it, making people afraid to speak aloud.
This was the sacred mountain in the hearts of countless demons of the Western Desert: the Great Snow Mountain Holy Land!
Thousands of years ago, the demons of the Western Desert had flourished because of it. The six great royal clans had emerged one after another, and each generation had produced demon lords at the peak of their cultivation.
The demon lords occupied supreme-grade fourth-tier spirit veins and kept tens, even hundreds of millions of humans as slaves. Each day brought mountains and seas of spirit stones, pills, and magic treasures. They could also feast at will on delicacies that increased their cultivation. They had lived in wealth and splendor for thousands of years.
Now, change had come.
Tu Shan's Three Expeditionary Armies approached slowly: a thousand brilliant halls, nine-colored clouds, and a hundred thousand solar halos assembled into terrifying battle formations. An icy, murderous air spread in every direction, seeming to eclipse even the marrow-deep cold of the Great Snow Mountain Holy Land.
"Ad...vance!" Hei Louxi growled.
Everyone could feel the tension and excitement in her heart.
They were attacking a force with a Spirit Transformation Celestial Lord, intending to wipe it from the face of the earth!
Every human cultivator's mouth went dry.
Longing and fear rose within them. As the battle formations began to turn, both became a savage, chilling will to kill, shielding them from Spirit Transformation-level attacks on their divine senses.
Any battle formation worthy of the name had to be capable of attacking and defending