Amidst the vast ocean-like region of wind and snow, clouds turned and snow revolved, the entire land of the Divine Sword Sect was pervaded by a terrifying aura.
Countless ominous figures traversed the snowy void from all directions, ancient giants standing tall and imposing arrived one after another.
Although these figures were exhausted of vital energy and blood, they emitted an astonishingly dreadful aura, pressing the heavens and earth to constantly collapse, as if unable to bear the presence of such ancient giants.
As multitudes of undead giants gathered in this region, countless unparalleled divine senses locked onto a young figure atop South Peak, causing endless cultivators to feel anxious and uneasy.
However, as each of these undead was about to move, the eyes of that aged figure sitting cross-legged in a small yard slightly twitched and then the fingers faintly trembled, as if on the verge of reviving.
