The atmosphere at the Phoenix Blade Guild's compound is charged with a mix of fear and fierce determination. As the distant hum of the approaching enemy grows louder, the cultivators stand ready, their energy crackling with anticipation. The grand hall's doors are shut tight, the walls vibrating slightly with the intensity of the alarm bell's toll.
Outside, the four forces have amassed at the entrance, their combined might forming an imposing front. The 10,000 cultivators from the four sects stand poised, their collective presence a formidable force against the 5,000 members of the Phoenix Blade Guild. Elder Baelor, along with Tyrus, Roderick, and Lysandra, observe the scene with a strategic detachment, their eyes narrowed in concentration as they assess the defensive array before them.
