Seeing everyone's reaction, Mandala said nothing more. She waved a hand, then took the lead, turning and flying low into the Northern Region Plains.
The six Upper Earth Sovereigns behind her followed without hesitation.
Behind her, the Northern Realm Alliance's experts stayed close to the seven ahead. Their forces were undoubtedly insignificant compared to those of the three great powers, but they also had their own source of confidence.
Whoosh!
The Northern Realm Alliance's army swept low into the Northern Region Plains. The instant they entered, numerous sharp gazes converged on them from the surrounding plains.
"They're that so-called Northern Realm Alliance?"
"Heh, they really don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is. They dare charge into the Northern Region Plains with so few people? Even if every last one of them died fighting, they probably wouldn't reach its depths."
"The one at the very front must be the legendary Domain Lord of the Great Luo Heavenly Domain, right? What a shame for such a beauty. After today, she'll be another set of bleached bones in the Northern Region Plains."
"..."
Meanwhile, deep within the Northern Region Plains, three figures watched the situation on the outskirts, exchanging quiet words.
The leftmost of the three was a middle-aged man. His white robes fluttered, giving him a rather otherworldly air, but his purple eyes exuded an uncanny quality that kept anyone from underestimating him in the slightest.
In the middle stood a bald man with large ears. He wore gray robes with sleeves so broad they seemed to encompass heaven and earth, faint spatial fluctuations emanating from within. A kindly smile hung on his round face, but only those with exceptional perception could detect the utter indifference deep within those seemingly gentle eyes.
The last was a