Unlike the pitch-black clouds that covered Xin'an City, and different from the nights bright as day before Suolong Gate, Yong Country's northern prefecture was completely bathed in ghastly pale moonlight.
It wasn't so dark that one could see nothing at all, yet it was also difficult to discern everything clearly.
Of course, for Transcendent cultivators, vision was never a problem hard to solve.
"A mere weak Zhuang, a tiny country, dares to launch a surprise attack across the border and act fierce? Wait until Great Yong has a free hand, we'll crush you with a flip of our palm!"
An elderly swordsman with a long beard held a cyan-edged longsword, causing cyan flames to surge, as he alone battled three opponents. Facing three alone, he still had the upper hand.
