Tree Hedge Mountain, Long Ridge Cave.
The terrain here was eerie and treacherous. Withered vines, hard as iron, clung to ancient trees with gnarled, sprawling roots, which had naturally formed a labyrinthine network of deep caves.
In a devastated clearing before the caves, Spiritual Light erupted and the air was thick with the stench of blood.
A dozen or so Righteous Cultivators, clad in Daoist Robes of various colors, stood back-to-back in a broken circular formation. The light from their Magical Treasures flickered erratically. Every one of them was wounded, their faces deathly pale.
A layer of faint golden Protective Gang Qi enveloped them, but it rippled violently under a relentless barrage of bizarre attacks.
Surrounding them were dozens of Cultivators in tattered clothes. Though their bodies were maimed, their auras were savage and violent.
