The blazing sun hung high overhead, illuminating heaven and earth. Golden flames burned fiercely, bringing light and warmth to the world.
Rumble!
Violent tremors rang out one after another as a powerful army advanced.
Clad in snow-white robes, the army of over ten thousand radiated a chill beneath the scorching sun. Every soldier wore an icy expression as he gazed toward the distant Bluestone Mountain, brimming with murderous intent.
This was the Ice Wolf Army, the force led by Hyōrinmaru. They were finally approaching Bluestone Mountain.
Hyōrinmaru's imposing aura seemed to alter even the clouds overhead. Dark clouds had gathered unnoticed and moved along with him.
Soon, Hyōrinmaru saw peak after peak thrusting into the heavens like keen blades. That was Bluestone Mountain.
Bluestone Mountain had undergone a complete transformation. Every peak was filled with Demon Wolf Tribe members, their auras connected, making the range stand like a sacred mountain.
At the foot of the mountain, Mingye sat cross-legged on a large bluestone, his eyes closed. Beside him stood Chongli, carrying the Bone Club, which was as heavy as steel.
Behind them stood five formidable divisions, each commanded by one of the Five Demon Wolves.
Every Demon Wolf warrior had an unwavering gaze. There was even excitement on their faces.
With victory after victory, their strength had continued to grow. The individual warriors of the Demon Wolf Army were no longer as weak as they had once been.
Every one of them was a true warrior, valiant and fearless before any enemy.
Hyōrinmaru brought his army to a halt a thousand meters from Mingye's Demon Wolf Army.
He wore ice-blue armor, his long blue hair tied back. His eyes, however, were crimson, and a demonic blade hung at his waist, concealed beneath his robe.
He strode forward, sending a vast