Black winds with swirling Black Sand blew over a vast cliff, where ahead lay countless rolling black clouds, within which huge tornadoes twisted and moved.
Atop the cliff, groups of Faceless Sword Sect disciples mostly looked solemn, gazing at the distant black tornadoes.
"Has the reinforcement not arrived yet?" asked Lei Qingzhong, the leader of the external affairs deacons, as he clenched his sword fingers and stared intently at the distant sea of clouds.
There was a faint bloodstain on his left chest, from an injury he had sustained during a sneak attack by a Demon Beast.
"Soon, they are far away and probably encountered other packs of Demon Beasts along the way," said his deputy, another deacon named Yang Heng, in a deep voice.
