Whoosh... whoosh...
Gang wind surged through the air, howling shrilly.
Streaks of escaping light tore through the sky, racing toward the battlefield north of Black Valley.
Nearly half a year had passed since the war in Black Valley began. The Netherworld Sect had dispatched the Horse Demon Tribes and other bands of rogue cultivators to join the fighting. Not to be outdone, the Incense Accumulation Sect had committed vast resources and manpower, joining the local demon cultivator tribes in a contest of strength.
Large numbers of cultivators in the Qi Refining and Foundation Establishment realms fought over one stretch of mountain forest and valley after another.
These were places where Netherworld Wells could be built or snow-reflecting orchids planted, and thus represented the foundations supporting each side.
"I haven't detected any enemy cultivators' auras nearby. It looks like there's no ambush."
"Don't get careless. Those people from the Incense Accumulation Sect have ways to conceal their auras. A moment's inattention, and you'll overlook them. Ordinary spiritual consciousness probes are easily deceived. You need to rely more on magical artifacts and treasures and check every spot."
"Yes!"
The cultivators answered in unison, though inwardly they were all somewhat unconvinced.
Of course they knew that the senior leading them had a point.
But going to such trouble every time inevitably added considerable costs.
Whether in time, energy, or supplies and treasures, it was all extra expenditure.
And to put it bluntly, the experts above them had long since pocketed all the useful magical artifacts and treasures. What sort of junk had they left behind?
They would be better off checking carefully with their own two eyes.
These days, no amount of loud slogans could compare with actual action. If everyone really received a magic treasure that was useful and convenient, who would