In the struggle between life and death, the clash quickly escalated to a fever pitch.
Some cultivators were blasted to dregs by magic artifacts, others were trampled into mud by gigantic insects; both sides had blood in their eyes.
But ultimately, the numerical disadvantage was too great, and Ghost Ridge Palace began to fall behind. The experts from the righteous sects here were several times that of the Ghost Ridge Palace elders, leaving no equality in strength between the two sides.
If it wasn't for the weakening of the righteous cultivators' combat effectiveness by Tang Peiqing's poison, the battle would've already been lost.
"You hypocrites of the righteous path, how dare you bully Ghost Ridge Palace."
It was at this moment that a thunderous roar of fury erupted from afar.
At the mountain gate of Ghost Ridge Palace, billowing smoke and boiling blood surged up, filling half of the sky.
