Northern Region border, Blood-Red Defense Line.
Han Feng and his party tore through space and descended upon this battlefield soaked in blood and baleful aura. Even someone with his temperament could not help but knit his brows.
The air reeked of blood and rot. As far as the eye could see, mountains had been reduced to scorched earth, corpses were piled like hills, and black demonic blood had gathered into streams that corroded the land.
Not far away, Feng Xian was directing Falling Star Pavilion disciples to repair the defensive line. The moment he sensed Han Feng's aura, his figure flashed, and he appeared before them. His usually carefree face was filled with solemnity and exhaustion.
"You finally made it!"
Han Feng's gaze passed over him and fell beyond the defensive line formed by countless experts.
There, he saw the banners of every top power in the Central Plains.
One Tower, Two Sects, Three Valleys, Four Pavilions... Aside from the secretive Soul Hall, nearly every notable power on the Central Plains continent had gathered here!
The Pill Tower's three giants, Flower Sect's Granny Hua, Heavenly Nether Sect's sect master Netherworld Child, Flame Valley's valley master Tang Zhen, Ice River Valley's Ice Venerable... Even Sound Valley, which had always kept itself apart from worldly affairs, had sent a woman in white with the aura of a Six-Star Dou Venerable to hold the line.
"Uncle Feng, how is the situation?" Han Feng asked in a low voice.
"Very bad." Feng Xian shook his head and pointed toward the Ancient Wilds shrouded in black mist, his eyes full of wariness. "Those beasts are extremely troublesome. Ordinary beast tides would not concern us, but these things are monsters that simply cannot be killed!"
At that moment, Medicine Elder's figure also swept over from afar.