In the blink of an eye, it's been a full ten days since the last bloody battle.
Heavy dark clouds enveloped the sky dome, blocking most of the light and making the entire Desolate Beast Plain seem slightly dim. From time to time, the roar of thunder could be heard, the atmosphere was extremely oppressive and dull, as if a violent storm was about to arrive.
Under the sky dome, led by Long Chen, Zhan Wushuang, Blood Mad Butcher and others, tens of thousands of disciples from the Zhenyang Sect waited seriously. Everyone's face was heavy, their breathing somewhat suppressed, everyone was ready for a bloody battle.
Phoenix Dance is leading the army of Hidden Dragon Pavilion towards the Desolate Beast Plain. This battle will be the decisive battle between the Zhenyang Sect and Hidden Dragon Pavilion.
"They're here!"
Suddenly, Long Chen lifted his head, looking towards the front, and slowly uttered two words.
