The battle had already begun. Guo Nanshan could not linger here any longer because of Tonglu.
But in fact, the battle ended not long after it began.
War between cultivators was always that cold, brutal, and swift.
Life and death delivered their answer in a very short time. By comparison, battles between mortals really were like playing house.
Hundreds of streaks of sword light and the radiance of law artifacts crisscrossed the night sky, then sword lights kept falling like rain. There was no telling how many people died.
Watching the scene in the night sky, Nan Zheng suddenly felt that the killing she usually did in the Never-Old Forest was like playing house too.
Even though her cultivation realm was far higher than those of some cultivators taking part in today's battle.
Cloud Terrace was destroyed just like that.
She turned and headed down below the clouds, stumbling all the way. There was no telling how many times she fell among the cliffs. Even without suffering injuries, she felt some pain.
She knew the world in the mist was just as dangerous, but she would rather face those dangers than stay above the clouds any longer and watch those scenes.
The world below the clouds was quiet, and the sounds of fighting gradually receded. Yet intense vigilance appeared in her eyes, and she took the Jade-Stone Zither from her back.
Her slender fingers settled on the zither and plucked without a sound, producing an exceptionally bright note. Invisible zither music spread in every direction, slicing through the dense mist.
Crack, crack, crack, crack.
Several muffled sounds rang out in succession.
The Divine Guard Army cavalry lying in ambush in the darkness knew their target had discovered them and immediately charged. Heavy iron hooves pounded the earth, their vibrations distinctly