The battle that followed was nothing short of legendary. The Eclipse Sect and the Bloodthorn Sect had set up a fortified camp deep in the mountains, a stronghold surrounded by deadly traps and powerful cultivators. But Zhao Tian's strategy was clear—strike quickly, strike hard.
As the two forces collided, the sky itself seemed to shake with the force of their attacks. Sword strikes and elemental powers filled the air, creating a chaotic symphony of destruction. Zhao Tian, leading his forces with precision, moved like lightning, his blade cutting through the air with unparalleled speed and power.
But even as the Azure Sky Sect gained ground, the true power of the Bloodthorn Sect began to show itself. From the shadows, Bloodthorn Sect's elite cultivators emerged, wielding blood magic that twisted the very fabric of nature itself. The air grew thick with the stench of blood, and monstrous creatures formed from pure blood began to rise, charging into battle.
Zhao Tian's heart pounded in his chest as he realized the true scope of the enemy's strength. The Bloodthorn Sect was not a sect to be trifled with—they were an unstoppable force of nature, and they had no intention of showing mercy.