At the border of the Northern Region of the Central Plains, the rolling mountains had now become a blood-red line of defense.
After Wilds Town was razed to the ground overnight, the overwhelming black beast tide surged south like a burst dam. Black demonic miasma blotted out the sky and sun, while demonic winds swept across the land. Wherever they passed, all life was extinguished.
The Wind-Lightning Pavilion, Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion, and Ice River Valley—the three foremost powers of the Northern Region—recognized the severity of the crisis the moment they received the distress signal. Not daring to delay, they immediately gathered every elite in their sects and erected layer upon layer of barricades along the Northern Region's vital pass, forcibly halting the mutated beast tide.
This was the last line of defense. Once it was breached, the vast Northern Region of the Central Plains—even the entire Central Plains—might be reduced to a living hell. Of course, it was not that they were particularly noble; their ancestral foundations were here, and if they could not hold the line, the Northern Region of the Central Plains would be the first to suffer.
High in the sky, wind and thunder roared, sword energy crisscrossed, and ice covered the earth.
The experts of the three sects unleashed their powers!
The experts of the Wind-Lightning Pavilion summoned wind and thunder from the nine heavens. Bolts of violet-gold lightning poured down like torrential rain, each blast carving out a vast scorched clearing amid the beast tide and burning away the spreading black mist.
The disciples of the Ten Thousand Swords Pavilion formed a grim sword formation, unleashing countless streams of sword aura. Like a high-speed meat grinder, they tore savagely into the beast tide. The instant innumerable mutated beasts touched the razor-sharp sword energy, they