While Jared led the Wandering Cultivators Alliance toward the Skywolf Tribe, the Tribunal had already launched its assault.

After a single clash, the Skywolf Tribe’s camp had been reduced to ruins.

The tents were burning.

The wooden palisades had been smashed flat.

Blood and corpses littered the ground in every direction.

The air reeked of smoke and blood. Thick black-gray smoke rose from the wreckage and smeared across the sky overhead.

The Tribunal’s three thousand celestial troops had completely sealed off the camp.