Outside the Earth Fire Pavilion, black clouds pressed down like a collapsing sky, threatening total destruction.

Thousands of cultivators from the Hall of Evil Paths swept in like a plague of locusts, completely surrounding the pavilion so tightly that not even water could escape.

They were dressed in pitch-black robes, ghostly masks covering their faces. The weapons in their hands radiated a nauseating stench of blood and slaughter.

The sky itself was dyed a deep crimson by the overwhelming blood-evil aura, so dense that even sunlight could not pierce through it.

The glowing barrier of the mountain-protecting formation trembled violently under the relentless bombardment, flickering like a candle caught in a raging storm.

Spiderweb-like cracks spread across its surface. With every strike, the fissures widened, releasing sharp, teeth-grinding cracking sounds.

“One more strike! We’re almost through!”
An Evil Path Hall deacon roared as he swung his blood-red blade down onto the barrier.