Blackstone Pass, on the border between Heavenly South and the Mulan Grassland, had long since lost its former bustle. Atop its walls, the flags that once represented trade between the central plains and the grassland had all been torn down, replaced by great totem banners depicting savage beast heads and radiating cold, sinister Witch Power. Inside and outside the pass, the endless stream of merchants had given way to densely packed Mulan cavalry clad in beast hides and riding Wind Wolves. Their auras were fierce, their cultivation mostly at Foundation Establishment, with quite a few Core Formation minor commanders among them. Like starving wolves that had scented blood, they stared fixedly at the vast wilderness south of the pass.
There, a tide of spiritual energy visible to the naked eye came thundering closer from the distance, crushing everything in its path like a primordial beast awakening!
"They're here!" On the wall, a Mulan shaman wearing robes of multicolored feathers, his aura approaching the Nascent Soul middle stage, braced a hand against a battlement and gazed gravely southward. Behind him, the scouting squad formed by dozens of Core Formation shamans had already gone deathly pale. The Wind Spirit Mirrors in their hands, used to spy on the enemy, actually cracked under the unbearable pressure of the opposing army's formation.
"Pass down my command! Sky Wolf Tribe, Red Crow Tribe, Mystic Snake Tribe—activate the Three Powers Demon-Sealing Formation at once! We must not let these southern barbarians set so much as half a foot onto the grassland!" the shaman shouted harshly, his voice carrying throughout the pass with the aid of Witch Power.
Yet barely had his words fallen when a chaos-colored streak of light shot across the southern sky. Moving at an inconceivable speed, it crossed dozens of miles in an