The great battle is imminent.
The Feather, capable of tearing through space, was useless now. The last sliver of hope in Ao Hao's heart shattered. He looked at the swarm of Human Clan cultivators on the ground, feeling the battle intent emanating from them, his heart sinking continuously.
"You've really gone to great lengths to deal with my clan. I thought the Righteous Alliance and the Demon Sect were mortal enemies, but who knew you would actually join forces?" His voice carried a mix of sarcasm and mockery.
Jiang Wuyue stood with his hands behind his back, the Nascent Soul Realm cultivators of the Righteous Alliance gathering behind him, his voice calm yet carrying an undeniable authority.
"Give up; today, you cannot escape. If you surrender and die obediently, we can leave you a whole corpse."
