More than a year had passed since the tragedy of the Cang Lan sect.
On the side of a mountain range, a battle was currently underway.
"Don't let them run!"
"Kill them all!"
"In the name of the Shadow Lord!"
Several Nascent soul experts dressed in black robes were fighting against what looked like a kingdom's army. There were several Nascent soul realm cultivators in the army too, but their numbers couldn't compare to those dressed in black robes.
"Dammit! The bastards of the Shadow Legion are too much!" One of the Nascent soul realm experts of the army cursed.
Tens of their soldiers were being killed at every minutes, and the number showed no sign of falling.
"Fall back! Fall back!" Unable to continue, the commander decided to order a retreat.
But it seemed like his decision had come too late.
~SHING~
Several spirit weapons flew through the hair, targeting the commander.
~DENG~DENG~DENG~
