The strong clashed with the strong, tribes with tribes; the remnants of the Bounty Guild and the Longxi Alliance fought bitterly together.
Under the circumstances where they had all the advantages of the right time, place, and people, the fatal sniping of the Bounty Guild not only failed to form a crushing momentum but instead felt like it might be scattered by the Tang Clan.
Ye Qingcang, pushed to the mountain's summit, played with his jade thumb ring, looking over the chaotic battlefield in silence.
In midair, the four masters from the Liu, Nong, and Mu families joined forces, yet had no way to deal with the Fire-Stealing Grandmaster; every swing and sway of the Five-Color Divine Dragon shattered their Spirit Arts, creating an atmosphere of fear despite their clear numerical advantage.
This also rendered the perfect strategy of quickly defeating Xiao Jinlin and then sweeping through the enemies like a tempestuous wind nothing but talk.
