"Amingu, have you really met Venerable Lord?"
"Tell us about Venerable Lord's stories!"
Among the marching troops, several young tribal cultivators gathered around Amingu, their eyes brimming with anticipation.
They had all joined the punitive force along the march and had never personally come into contact with Venerable Lord.
Yet the blessings and gifts bestowed by Venerable Lord had benefited them greatly and resolved the tribe's current difficulties.
After learning of Amingu's background, they had crowded around to ask him questions.
Amingu smiled faintly, then recounted how Venerable Lord had saved him, the many miracles he had performed, and how he had led the borderland tribes in resisting the calamity of savage beasts.
The young tribal cultivators around him listened with rapt attention, their eyes all filling with yearning.
"Venerable Lord is truly incredible!"
"If only I could meet him in person as well."
"Venerable Lord truly deserves to be called an incarnation of the gods!"
After hearing it all, they voiced their admiration one after another.
Just then, a burst of urgent buzzing rang out. Everyone instantly put aside their stray thoughts, returned to their respective formations, and stood ready for battle.
"It's finally here!"
Amingu focused his gaze and saw a vast, dark mass of troops on the distant horizon.
The first great battle between the two forces was about to begin here.
In the sky, Yang Yuanhong stood high above the clouds in his Black Dragon Variant Body, surrounded by other Incarnation Realm barbarian cultivators.
Below them was an even larger force of Blood Pattern Realm cultivators, led by Lorraine and Mont.
The two flew at the very front of the formation, their golden and black radiant wings standing out conspicuously among the Blood Pattern Realm cultivators.
When the two armies drew within a certain distance, they