The sun sets in the west, painting the sky a bloody red, as if the blood of a divine spirit had spilled across the heavens!
Nie Xiong, Zhuo Lian, Jing Shu, Luo Xuan, Lei Yizhe, and over seventy other disciples of the Heaven-reaching Sword Sect stood on the platform of Xian Dong Mountain. Their gazes were fixated on the setting sun, which slowly descended as nightfall enveloped the earth.
"It has begun."
Nie Xiong's face was shrouded with an inescapable gloom.
Jing Shu said, "Tonight is the half-month deadline mentioned by Huang Lang. Today, Tianxiao Mountain will begin their assault!"
Zhuo Lian glanced back towards the inside of the mountain and said softly, "Senior Brother Dongfang hasn't finished his seclusion. He must not have made a breakthrough yet."
Luo Xuan asked, "Then what should we do?"
Nie Xiong replied, "There's no other way. We must fight with all we've got!"
Both Zhuo Lian and Jing Shu's faces were tainted with bitterness.
