Qian Tian Continent, the fierce sun high in the sky.
In the territory of Red Mountain, Zhou Wenhao moved forward with his sword, clearing the way with dazzling sword lights.
Behind him, a mix of Sword Tower disciples and protectors followed, along with the cultivators of Red Mountain.
That deep red mountain had already fallen.
The peak, which Zhou Qingchen regarded as a pillar of faith that represented the authority of Red Mountain, was now occupied by warriors of the alien tribes.
Master Liu, the beloved confidante of Pu Zhaotian and current Sect Master of Red Mountain, was slain by a powerful Ghost Clan warrior at the summit; her body brutally consumed by ferocious beasts.
Liu Lingyun was gone, leaving no bones behind.
"Almost there!"
Zhou Wenhao, who had mid-stage Extinction Realm cultivation, faintly saw several moored Sword Boats and knew that once they boarded, he could lead everyone to escape the alien tribes' onslaught.
