The sun set in the west, the dying day sinking heavily.
Between heaven and earth, yang energy retreated, and yin energy surged mightily.
Atop the vast Beimang Mountain, already not a sound from insects was heard, nor a cry from birds and beasts—just a bone-chilling spirit of slaughter that grew denser by the moment.
In this realm, irrespective of which sect it was, their history of inheritance was always counted in hundreds of years.
And because they were inherently natured as the "Heavenly Official's" henchmen and reserve food, the disciples of the sects were almost constantly fighting, their combat experience exceedingly rich.
The equally matched "Plague Dao" and "Nine Likenesses Corpse God Dao" were now putting on a battle-level course of magical duel for Wang Yuan and his party.
Boom, boom, boom...
With Bird Beak Slope at the center, two vast Dharma Altar cities rose from the ground in the blink of an eye, one on each side.
