Thunder cracked across the sky as storm clouds gathered.
The rain had yet to fall, but the air was thick with an acrid stench. It was hard to tell if it was the briny scent of the soil or the coppery tang of blood. Wangxian Ridge fell silent for a brief moment, but it was immediately shattered by a great roar of battle from outside, the clamor growing deafening.
Everyone within the ridge stared in astonishment.
Only then did they realize:
The preceding battle had been so fierce that they had completely missed the commotion outside the ridge.
"What's happening?"
Ye Yuanji looked up, aghast.
He caught a flash of an Escape Light streaking in from the corner of his eye. Before he could even ask what was happening, a piercing scream came from outside the ridge:
"Ancestor, it's terrible!"
"Jinyun Valley, the Meng Family, and the Lu—the Lu Family… They're all attacking! There are so many of them, all Foundation Establishment Cultivators!"
The words had barely left his mouth.
