Feng River.
The sounds of shouting and killing, wave after wave.
Thousands of ghostly soldiers formed an army formation, blocking and diverting the mid-section of the river, exposing the River God Temple at the riverbed and jointly launching their techniques to assault it.
Two Golden Core Cultivators, one in black and one in white Daoist robes, stood upon the clouds, quietly waiting with magical treasures in hand.
Moments later.
With a thunderous boom, the formation shattered.
"Kill!"
Hundreds of water demons rushed out of the River God Temple, ghastly and ferocious, swinging claws and fangs to attack.
The leader was a cyan-skinned night fiend standing six feet tall, wielding a steel trident magical treasure, emitting dazzling cyan light that froze tens of ghostly soldiers in ice.
The Cultivator in white exclaimed in surprise, "Isn't the River God of Feng River a Turtle Demon?"
"Turtle Demon or night fiend, we are ordered to capture it and bring it back for trial!"
