Righteous Alliance, Lingxuan City.
Two days had passed since the counterattack on the Demon Path's Xinliang City.
This battle, without a doubt, was a thorough defeat for the Righteous Alliance.
Of the over a thousand Foundation Establishment Cultivators who participated, only just over three hundred remain.
Among the forty Golden Core Cultivators, fewer than twenty returned alive.
Although they obliterated the Demon Sect's living forces, the Righteous Alliance paid a far greater price!
All this was, naturally, because of that group of mysterious cultivators who arrived at the last moment, overturning the battle...
"So, who exactly are those cultivators?"
Wang Changchun stood atop the city wall of Lingxuan City, his gaze piercing through the dense mist.
And, the busy cultivators of the Righteous Alliance around him...
He couldn't dwell on the pain of this defeat, nor did the cultivators of the Righteous Alliance have time to reminisce.
