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The border erupted in conflict again.
The reinforcements from Jade Capital Mountain had only just arrived, and they were still unaware of what had happened.
"Kill!!"
Lu Qian, holding a Corpse Driving Bell, stood above the Yin Cloud with hundreds of Flying Zombies.
By his side, others summoned ten-foot-tall Ram Demons, spat Underworld True Fire from their mouths, or controlled ghost deities and summoned flying feathers.
The Daoist Sect Disciples showcased their Divine Skills, their spells sharp and coordination seamless—so much so that, despite the enemy's larger numbers, they were currently struggling to defend themselves.
The people of Jade Capital Mountain were led by two Golden Core cultivators, one with hair of flames, the other with a snake's head.
The two cast a dark canopy, shielding against the relentless barrage of spells from above.
Exchanging glances, they both perceived the bitterness in each other's eyes.
