Emerging from Seclusion

Breaking Out

The main force of the Demon Tide swept across the snowfield, pushing within a hundred miles of Northwind Pass.

A dense, pitch-black sea covered the snow, with neither head nor tail in sight.

Three miles outside the pass, the Fiend Tiger Demon King stood on a frozen rock before the vanguard, half of his chest bare and a heavy cloak draped over his shoulders.

He narrowed his vertical pupils, staring at that distant stretch of pass wall with teeth itching with irritation.

Inside the pass, Northwind Pass was moving people.

Every single village within three miles outside the pass was evacuated, with not a soul left behind, and all brought into the pass.

Torches were passed down, and that string of villages outside the pass burned all the way from the west end to the east end.

Black smoke soared into the sky, and the firelight dyed half the heavens crimson.

Shen Qingtang pressed down on the battlement, gazing at that towering pillar of thick smoke rising outside the pass as the firelight made her face flicker between light and shadow.

Afterwards, she conferred with the sect masters of the seven major sects.

When the meeting dispersed, the night had turned pitch black, and Shen Qingtang donned her black armor, walking step by step toward the city wall.

Amidst the wind and snow, the watch on the city walls had been doubled, and though the martial artists' lips were frozen pale, each one held their spine ramrod straight.

Outside the pass, the demon army's torches were scattered like stars, spreading across the snowfield with no end in sight. Several demon generals in the middle suppressed the battle array, their armor covered in frost and banners snapping in the wind. Further away, the Fiend Tiger Demon King's demonic aura