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The desolate autumn rain, like mist and gauze, drifted incessantly around the outskirts of Mount Xianglu.
Amidst the storm, those cultivators had originally been in hiding, sheltered within the pitiable rain, simply waiting for the final moment; but now, following the Empress's words,
the table had been completely overturned, and further concealment was futile, as numerous cultivators slowly emerged from the tempest.
Their continuous silhouettes, like incoming tides, densely packed, eventually formed dark shadows, exuding an oppressive sense of an imminent storm, causing one to shudder and feel a chill down the spine.
Orthodox Path, Demonic Path, Monster Clan, Ming Clan...
The cultivators revealed themselves completely, no longer holding back, as their rampant auras and murderous intents cascaded from their bodies, spreading outward, almost merging with the rain.
Afterward, with a roaring rumble, all charged towards the Empress, covering her entirely.
