Just as the two faced off and began gathering strength again, beyond this battlefield, somewhere outside the range of the Divine Sense of more than ninety-nine percent of the cultivators, flashes of light suddenly flickered in rapid succession.
The cultivators fighting here had already spread their Divine Sense around them at all times, fearing someone might be lying in ambush elsewhere to launch a sneak attack.
Thus, the powerhouses here immediately caught the disturbance in the distance!
Mu Guyue's expression shifted. She had been waiting all along, and her Divine Sense had already stretched toward two locations several miles away.
The instant her Divine Sense swept over the scene there, a cold sneer curled across her lips.
"You bitch, so you sent people to launch a sneak attack!"
The burly, mighty man opposite her also changed expression. At last, he understood her intentions.
After this army of hers arrived, it had only clashed head-on with his forces once before maintaining a defensive stance all this time. So they had truly been plotting something else—planning to strike at his army's supply convoy.
Mortal armies could not function without logistical supplies, while cultivators often stored such things in storage spaces, making them safer and more convenient by an unknown margin.
Yet when great armies were locked in a stalemate like this, or when massive forces attacked all along the road, they required an oceanic quantity of supplies.
No one possessed a storage artifact large enough to hold all of it, and these things could not possibly be entrusted to a single person.
They had to be used at any moment, requiring many hands to manage them and dedicated personnel to constantly regulate and distribute them.
It was like the place deep beneath the sea during the great war between Qingqing Continent and