Deep within the Southern Wilderness, a perilous mountain valley.
The Bright Flame Sect's spaceship from the Left Army's Seventh Battalion landed awkwardly at the valley's bottom.
The hastily set-up protective array flickered weakly, teetering on the brink of collapse.
The camp lay in chaos.
Tents of various colors leaned this way and that, some consumed by fierce flames, billowing black smoke.
The air was thick with the acrid smell of scorching and blood.
"Uncle Master Wang Yue, what should we do now?"
A Foundation Establishment Disciple, face ashen, suppressed his inner panic and looked towards True Master Wang Yue, who was meditating.
His name was Li Chizhong, a seasoned Foundation Establishment Cultivator within the Bright Flame Sect.
The surviving ten-plus Foundation Establishment Disciples around, their eyes filled with fear and confusion, focused on him.
They had fought their way here, battling and retreating.
