White Wolf Royal Capital, hinterland battlefield.
An immense force of resentment had gathered here, enveloping the entire battlefield and completely cutting it off from the outside world.
From afar, it looked like a gigantic black porcelain bowl turned upside down. Apart from the black smoke that occasionally seeped out, neither light nor sound could escape.
When Mosato arrived with his cultivators and two grand nobles, this was the sight that greeted them.
The two Incarnation Realm grand nobles were filled with shock. It was their first time seeing such a bizarre power.
They could not sense any information from within. They even tried attacking the area, but the spells they cast were like eggs striking a rock, shattering the instant they touched it.
According to the intelligence they had received, both armies, the Venerable Lord Mosato had spoken of, and the two Divine Temple Knight Commanders should all have been inside.
It could cover such a vast area and imprison every cultivator from both sides within it, including the Divine Temple's two greatest combat powers beneath the bishops.
To them, such a method was truly unbelievable.
"Th-This... was this the work of the Venerable Lord you spoke of?"
One of the grand nobles asked.
As he looked at that "black curtain," a feeling of disgust rose within him involuntarily. The black smoke that occasionally billowed out made him feel even more nauseated.
"Hmph, of course not. How could the Venerable Lord possibly wield such evil power?"
Mosato snorted coldly. Looking at the calamity power before him, his contempt for those Divine Temple priests grew even deeper.
Before setting out, the Venerable Lord had already told him of several possible developments.
The situation before them was among those the Venerable Lord had anticipated.
"Do you remember what I told you about