Southern Region.
The flame of war echoed across the sky as the sound of battle roared through every corner of the capital.
The once-bustling city was now a memory. The high capital wall bore cracks, stained with blood.
Yet the sound of battle showed no signs of ending.
On the wide street, guards fought against both evil cultivators and vengeful spirits.
The energy of confronting two different foes at once was like an insurmountable mountain.
Thus, people could only fight until death.
Up in the sky, three Golden Core Experts fought fiercely. The terrifying clash echoed like heaven's wrath.
"Hahaha. Futile effort." An old man, dressed in a loose red robe, sneered.
He raised his hand and struck with a deadly palm strike. The sky darkened, smeared with a blood-red palm made from spiritual energy.
The ominous blood palm caused all the weaker warriors on the ground to tremble in fright.
"Humph!" The Frost Moon Sect master stepped forward and struck.
